

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You got calloused hands Same as mine River mud caked Right up the line We push barges down Brown water rolls Then we’re back in the yard Where the chrome still glows [Chorus] We’re like father and son on this old Ford frame Two busted knuckles One last name Ohio river runs But the rust won’t hide On that ’79 F‑350 we call Fat Eyes Yeah The river pays the bills But that truck keeps us alive Me and you Side by side On Fat Eyes [Verse 2] You hold the trouble light I turn the wrench Grease on your cheek Boots on the bench You ask about my dad I just nod slow “Boy You got his laugh” Is all I let show [Chorus] We’re like father and son on this old Ford frame Two busted knuckles One last name Ohio river runs But the rust won’t hide On that ’79 F‑350 we call Fat Eyes Yeah The river pays the bills But that truck keeps us alive Me and you Side by side On Fat Eyes [Bridge] When that whistle blows at dawn (oh yeah) We chase that working sun But the place I feel at home Is where the backyard grass is gone From turning Turning Bolts with my grandson [Chorus] We’re like father and son on this old Ford frame Two busted knuckles One last name Ohio river runs But the rust won’t hide On that ’79 F‑350 we call Fat Eyes Yeah The river takes our hours But this yard is where we ride Three generations in that grind On Fat Eyes
Tags
rock, Greasy blues-rock shuffle, male vocals with a rough, lived-in tone. Dirty overdriven guitars lock with a swampy drum groove, walking bass under the verses. Choruses open up with big gang vocals and slide guitar fills; bridge pulls back to just vocal, kick, and choked guitar before slamming back into a full-band outro. Plenty of grit, room sound, and right-hand swing., blues
3:24
No
4/2/2026