Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Hand-me-down shoes Food stamps in a coffee can Mama lit a candle Said “Baby There’s a bigger plan” Sunday in a trailer We sang so hard the walls shook free Cheap wine Cheap faith But it felt like gold to me [Chorus] Even when it’s growing up poor I know there’s church in this busted heart Higher powers in the neon cross In the gravel lot where the engines start I’m gonna keep fighting Bloody knuckles Busted strings Raising hell in these highway bars Til heaven hears me sing (hey!) [Verse 2] Daddy missed the sermon Sleeping off a long Hard week Calloused hands and alimony Cussin’ at the losing streak I learned my prayers on barstools Over smoke and old guitars Every hymn a little louder Every saint had crooked scars [Chorus] Even when it’s growing up poor I know there’s church in this busted heart Higher powers in the neon cross In the gravel lot where the engines start I’m gonna keep fighting Bloody knuckles Busted strings Raising hell in these highway bars Til heaven hears me sing (oh-oh) [Bridge] If grace is real It’s riding in the back of this beat-up truck If luck is love Then I’ve already had enough bad luck So I scream my doubts Like a prayer into the smoke-filled air If somebody’s up there They’ll find me down here [Chorus] Even when it’s growing up poor I know there’s church in this busted heart Higher powers in the neon cross In the gravel lot where the engines start I’m gonna keep fighting Bloody knuckles Busted strings Raising hell in these highway bars Til heaven hears me sing
Tags
rock, Gritty crossover of punk energy and outlaw country twang; swung, mid-tempo groove with cranked Telecaster, roomy drums, and a dusty barroom bassline. Male vocals half-sung, half-shouted with gang vocals on the chorus; verses stay tight and conversational, chorus explodes with big open chords and stomping boots. Harmonica lines weave through the bridge, ending on a raw, held vocal over a single ringing guitar., punk, outlaw country
Duration
3:04
Instrumental
No
Created
2/21/2026