Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun up on the scaffold
Mud on my boots
Steel in my hands, baby
Welded to these roots
Lafayette to the backroads
Long way from your door
Two little boys got my name
I miss 'em more and more
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't no clock can hold me
Ain't no rain can shake me loose
I count your laugh like a prayer
While I drive another screw
[Chorus]
Hold on, baby, hold on
We build this house strong
Hold on, baby, hold on
Ain't away for long
For my wife and my two boys
I keep pushing through
Hold on, baby, hold on
I'm coming home to you
[Verse 2]
Concrete on my knuckles
Red clay in my throat
Lunchbox by the tailgate
Faded from the road
One boy wants a race car
One boy wants the moon
I hear them in the hammer
When the workday blooms
[Pre-Chorus]
This hard hat ain't a burden
It's a promise I can use
Every beam I lift up high
Is a roof made for you
[Chorus]
Hold on, baby, hold on
We build this house strong
Hold on, baby, hold on
Ain't away for long
For my wife and my two boys
I keep pushing through
Hold on, baby, hold on
I'm coming home to you
[Bridge]
Fiddle crying like a river
Over cypress and rust
I see your porch light waiting
I see the future in the dust
If my hands stay steady
And my back don't fold
I'll bring that paycheck home
Like a story told
[Chorus]
Hold on, baby, hold on
We build this house strong
Hold on, baby, hold on
Ain't away for long
For my wife and my two boys
I keep pushing through
Hold on, baby, hold on
I'm coming home to you
Style
blackgrass with driving banjobluesy fiddletrap-swing drum bounceand stomping acoustic bass; verse rides tight worksite imagery and gritty low-end vocal gritpre-chorus opens with lifted harmony stacks and a rising fiddle linechorus hits with gang shouts and clipped call-and-response; bridge drops to bare banjo and a lonely fiddle cry before the final chorus comes back bigger. close-mic male vocalrough-edged and intimatewith shouted doublesshort delay throws on the hookand bright punchy mix with dusty twang
Prompt
High-energy blackgrass song. Driving banjo, bluesy fiddle. Gritty vocals about a Louisiana construction worker missing his wife and 2 boys, pushing through homesickness to build their future. Trap
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MistyOrbit557
MistyOrbit557GeneratedMay 22, 2026
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