Cabin Door

[Intro](A heavy, stomping foot-stomp beat kicks in like a steady heartbeat. A low acoustic guitar fingerpicks the dark chord loop. The harmonica wails low, lonesome, and distorted in the background.)[Am] The wind is howling through the [C] hollows of the pines,[G] I’m tracing out the spirit in these [E] dusty lines.[Am] The sun is sinking low like a [C] heavy weight of gold,[G] Another day of mercy for a [E] weary soul to hold.[Verse 1](The bass guitar drops in, humming low. The vocal delivery gets faster and punchier, locked into the rhythm.)[Am] I wake up in the morning while the [C] dew is on the ground,[G] I listen for the Savior in every [E] single sound.[Am] Through the hunger and the harvest, through the [C] mud and the mire,[G] He’s the water in the desert and the [E] holy fire.[Am] I don’t need the silver and [C] I don’t need the fame,[G] I’m just a humble servant calling [E] on His name.[Pre-Chorus](The acoustic guitar stops. The violin enters, playing fast, urgent, staccato notes. The tension builds heavily.)[Am] Say my name... [C] Say my name...[G] Yeah, dats me. [E] Oh yeah.[Am] Leaving all the darkness and the [C] devil behind,[G] Yeah, dats me... the one who was [E] blind! (The beat builds to a sudden roll)[Chorus](Maximum energy explosion. The instrumentation goes fully cinematic—huge drums, booming bass, and soaring strings.)[F] I built my house on the [C] rock and holy sand![G] Held tight in the hollow of a [Am] nail-scarred hand![F] It’s a dark kind of country but the [C] path is bright,[G] When you’re living for the Lord in the [E] middle of the night![Am] Say my name! [C] Say my name![G] Yeah, dats me! [E] Oh yeah[Am] Every breath I take is a blessing [C] from the throne,[G] I’m walking through the valley but [E] I’m never alone.[Am] The world is getting cold and the [C] night is getting deep,[G] But I got a promise that the [E] Father’s gonna keep.[Am] I’m rich in the spirit though I’m [C] poor in the purse,[G] Blessed by the blessing and [E] saved from the curse[F] One life to live... [G] One soul to save...[Am] From the cradle of the garden to the [C] silence of the grave.[F] It’s all His mercy... [G] It’s all His plan...[E] I’m just a piece of clay in the Maker’s hand.(A massive, soaring electric guitar or harmonica solo screams for 4 bars, building into the final explosion)[Chorus](The biggest, loudest chorus of the song. Full stadium-rock energy.)[F] I built my house on the [C] rock and holy sand![G] Held tight in the hollow of a [Am] nail-scarred hand![F] It’s a dark kind of country but the [C] path is bright,[G] When you’re living for the Lord in the [E] middle of the night!