Prompt / Lyrics
G Woke up in the house on the hill in Green… D Maine morning fog, but the coffee’s strong and clean… Em Twenty men under one roof, chasing down the dream… C From the bottle to the barn, learning what it means… G Town Farm calls at dawn, boots on frozen ground… D Shovels in our hands, turning life around… Em We were walls of stone, cracked and falling down… C Now we’re laying planks where the old ones drowned… G Barriers to bridges… D one board at a time… Em From the dark of addiction… to a C sober state of mind… G In the house in Green… where the D broken come to heal… Em Working for the Town Farm… C learning how to feel… G Blue skies over Maine… D washing out the shame… Em Barriers to bridges… C in Jesus’ name… G Some of us ran from the law, some from the pain… D Some just lost the fight when the needle called our name… Em Now we mend the fences, haul the hay at noon… C Sweat on our foreheads like a gospel tune… Em The stream runs cold beneath the wood we lay… C Carrying yesterday’s wreckage far away… G Hand to hand we pass the hammer down… D No more burning bridges… we’re claiming solid ground… G Barriers to bridges… D one prayer at a time… Em Hearts wide open now in this C northern clime… G Men in recovery… D standing tall and free… Em Town Farm brothers… C this is our testimony… G Blue skies over Maine… D forever we’ll remain… Em Barriers to bridges… C thank God for the change… Mmm… G In Green, Maine… we’re D crossing over… Em Barriers to bridges… C yeah. lol was a
Tags
Chris Stapleton, blues
Duration
4:09
Instrumental
No
Created
4/21/2026