[Delta Blues, Southern Gospel, Gritty Rock, Stomp-Clap, Harmonica, Soulful Female Vocals, Raspy, Raw] [Intro] (Sound of a heavy chain dropping on wood) (Slow, rhythmic stomp: Thump... Thump...) (Slide guitar wails like a train whistle) (Spoken - Tired but determined) Man... I’ve been digging for a long time. Thinking I had to earn it. But I’m putting the shovel down. Watch me. [Verse 1] I spent half my life working on a chain gang line Paying for a sin that wasn’t even mine. Sweat on my brow, dirt on my hands Trying to build a castle on the shifting sands. The devil says "Work," the devil says "Strain" "You gotta carry the guilt, you gotta carry the pain." He wants me busy, he wants me tired So I can’t feel the Holy Ghost fire. [Chorus] It’s just toil and trouble! Digging through the rocks and the rubble. Trying to fix a past that’s already dead Spinning these worries around in my head. But the Good Book says I can lay it all down Trade this heavy cross for a golden crown. I’m done with the struggle, done with the double I’m walking away from the toil and trouble. [Post-Chorus: The Hook] (Harmonies kicking in) Lay it down! (Lay it down!) Don't pick it up! (Don't pick it up!) My God is overflowing my cup. (Yeah, yeah!) Lay it down! (Lay it down!) Walk away free! That heavy load ain't meant for me. [Verse 2] The world wants you anxious, running that race Trying to keep a smile on a broken face. It’s a "hustle" culture, it’s a "grind" mentality But it pulls you away from the true reality. I checked my account and the debt is paid I don't have to be worried, I don't have to be afraid. Why am I sweating over yesterday’s news? I got nothing left to prove and nothing to lose. [Chorus] It’s just toil and trouble! Digging through the rocks and the rubble. Trying to fix a past that’s already dead Spinning these worries around in my head. But the Good Book says I can lay it all down Trade this heavy cross for a golden crown. I’m done with the struggle, done with the double I’m walking away from the toil and trouble. [Verse 3] (Music stops for a beat - Just vocals and hand claps) I see folks running like a hamster on a wheel Chasing a healing that they can’t quite feel. You can’t earn grace, you can’t buy peace You just gotta let the striving cease. I’m taking these boots off, resting my feet Sitting at the table where the mercy is sweet. The enemy wants me in the field all day But I’m taking a permanent holiday! [Scat Solo / Blues Ad-libs] (Deep, soulful growls and runs) Hmm-mm-mm-hmm! Whoa-oh-oh-Lord! I ain't working for it no more! Ba-da-ba-dow-dow! It's a gift! It's a gift! Yeah-ee-yeah! (Rest for my soul!) [Bridge] "Come to me, all who are weary." (I heard Him say it!) "Come to me, and I will give you rest." (I believe it!) My yoke is easy! My burden is light! I’m finished with the toil and the fight! [Outro] (Slow fade with harmonica) No more toil. (No more trouble.) I’m leaving the rubble. Right here. I’m walking home. Mmmm... (Fade out)

Toil and Trouble (Lay It Down)