Fat Eyes on the River

[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

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