

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bet he walks up slow Hat in hand, head bowed Scuffed-up boots from a lifetime Of standing his ground Bet he laughs first thing Says, “You ain’t gonna like this part” Then starts in on every Sunday He sat there, broke, but gave his heart [Chorus] I wish I could hear The stories Don tells God in heaven Every sin, every scar Turned to a punchline in your presence “How You carried me through All the storms I shouldn’t have survived” Oh, to sit in the back While he makes the angels cry and smile [Verse 2] He’ll talk about that Buick That died on the county line How a stranger stopped and fixed it Right when he’d run out of pride He’ll point at that old farmhouse Say, “You remember that night it burned?” “I was sure You’d finally quit me But somehow the soil still turned” [Chorus] I wish I could hear The stories Don tells God in heaven How the bottle tried hard But Your grace was more stubborn “How You met me shaking On that barstool bathroom floor” Oh, to lean on the doorframe While he thanks You for one day more [Bridge] He’ll say, “I didn’t pray pretty But I prayed honest, best I could You took a hard-headed sinner Turned him into something good” (mmh) [Chorus] I wish I could hear The stories Don tells God in heaven Every wrong, every right Laid out like bread on the table “How You never let go When I slipped right out of my own hands” Lord, save me a chair For the stories Don tells when I finally get there
Tags
country, Warm gospel-country ballad with male vocals, brushed kit, upright bass, and gently twanged acoustic guitars. Subtle organ pad under the verses; chorus opens with three-part harmonies and a pedal steel answering the vocal. Easy, swaying tempo; intimate, front-of-the-room vocal mix that leans into the storytelling., gospel
3:29
No
1/31/2026