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[Verse 1]
Monday broke with a busted gate
Mud on my boots, frost on the grain
The old red tractor coughed twice, then died
I pushed that iron till the daylight cried
[Chorus]
Lord, give me one more mile of weather
One more hand to hold this ground together
I got a roof that leaks and a heart worn thin
But the morning comes, so I rise again
[Verse 2]
Tuesday brought a letter from the bank
Numbers like stones in a rusted tank
My daughter called from the county line
Said, “Daddy, are you eating?” I said, “I’m fine”
[Chorus]
Lord, give me one more mile of weather
One more hand to hold this ground together
I got a roof that leaks and a heart worn thin
But the morning comes, so I rise again
[Verse 3]
Wednesday rain turned the south field black
Lost three young calves, couldn’t bring them back
I dug through the dark by the barn’s weak light
And heard my own knees give up the fight
[Bridge]
Thursday, the preacher laid a hand on me
Said, “A seed goes blind before it sees”
Friday sun found a break in the gray
Saturday’s hay had to come in today
[Chorus]
Lord, give me one more mile of weather
One more hand to hold this ground together
I got a roof that leaks and a heart worn thin
But the morning comes, so I rise again
[Verse 4]
Sunday bells rolled over the pasture fence
I counted what was left, counted every expense
My hands were split, my shirt smelled like rain
Still there was green in the far back grain
[Final Chorus]
Lord, give me one more mile of weather
One more hand to hold this ground together
I got a roof that leaks and a heart worn thin
If the morning comes, I’ll rise again
Yes, the morning comes, I’ll rise again
[Outro]
Monday waits beyond the county road
I lift the latch and shoulder the load
Details
GeneratedSep 1, 2026
Duration5:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues-rock, Americana, and gospel-infused folk with a slow-to-midtempo loping groove around 78 BPM. Minimal arrangement: fingerpicked acoustic guitar, worn upright piano, restrained kick and snare, occasional tambourine, low electric guitar swells, and a small gospel harmony group entering only in the choruses. Begin intimate and nearly bare, build pressure through the week, then open into a weathered, pleading final chorus. Gritty raw soulful lead vocal, urgent and deeply pained, with cracked edges, breathy verses, forceful sustained chorus notes, and call-and-response backing vocals. Earthy room ambience, tape saturation, close vocal, dry drums, warm low mids, and a cinematic but unpolished live-band mix.
Credits
Prompt byMegaCloud425
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Blues-rock, Americana, and gospel-infused folk.Vocal: Gritty, raw, and soulful vocals that sound urgent and deeply pained.Instrumentation: Minimal and atmospheric. Song about a farmers week
