[Intro] [Rhythmic handclaps and heavy foot stomps] [Funky bassline enters with tremolo Hammond organ] [Raspy vocal ad-lib] Yeah... don't point no fingers at nobody else. I own my mess. [Verse 1] Folks out here complaining 'bout the foreign crowd Saying they took the bread right out our hands But I won't raise my voice to scream it loud I know exactly where my own feet stand I liked it easy — small hours, heavy pay Doing dirty work nobody chose to do Never thought about tomorrow or a better way Just sat back watching all the days roll through [Pre-Chorus] [Gospel choir hums softly in background] No lipstick, no designer bags for me Give me cameras, gears, and a cold machine I'm awkward face-to-face, I'll own that truth But online I found my people — yeah, they're real as you [Chorus] [Full live band kicks in] [Double-tracked lead vocals] [Gospel choir backing] I'm a jack of all trades, master of none! A little bit of painting, a story begun Shooting Orion burning in the night sky Reading the stars and watching fortunes fly! A I generated tunes and a fixed-up board I ain't no expert — but I hold my own chord! Life knocked me down but I stand real tall Got a million pieces — gonna use them all! [Verse 2] [Raspy gravelly soul vocal with melismatic flourishes] Husband long gone, kids packed and fled Empty rooms in this Southern heat Ain't nobody left to hold my head Or tell me I'm too weak on my own two feet I know I don't blend in — I never did Too many hobbies, not one skill that paid the bid Now the work dried up and pockets got thin Time to take these scraps and let the real me in [Pre-Chorus] [Gospel choir swells with building energy] No lipstick, no designer bags for me Give me cameras, gears, and a cold machine I'm awkward face-to-face, I'll own that truth But online I found my people — yeah, they're real as you [Chorus] [Maximum energy] [Vocal tremolo and soul runs] [Full gospel choir] I'm a jack of all trades, master of none! A little bit of painting, a story begun Shooting Orion burning in the night sky Reading the stars and watching fortunes fly! A I generated tunes and a fixed-up board I ain't no expert — but I hold my own chord! Life knocked me down but I stand real tall Got a million pieces — gonna use them all! [Bridge] [Call and Response with Gospel Choir] [Lead vocal raspy and defiant] (Choir: She got the drive!) Learned to cut video, frame by frame! (Choir: She gonna survive!) Built a song from nothing but a name! (Choir: Stand up high!) Read the stars for strangers far away! (Choir: Never lie!) Tough old soul — ain't nobody gonna save me! [Guitar Solo] [Gritty Southern blues-rock guitar with organ swells] [High energy] [Chorus] [Explosive final chorus] [All vocals belting] [Choir in full force] I'm a jack of all trades, master of none! A little bit of painting, a story begun Shooting Orion burning in the night sky Reading the stars and watching fortunes fly! A I generated tunes and a fixed-up board I ain't no expert — but I hold my own chord! Life knocked me down but I stand real tall Got a million pieces — gonna use them all! [Outro] [Music strips back to handclaps, bass, and organ] [Vocal fades with ad-libs] Yeah... no blame... no tears in my eyes... Just a Southern woman rising up wise. (Choir: Gonna use them all...) Yeah, gonna use them all... (Raspy whisper) My life's experience... that's my value after all. [Final heavy kick drum and lingering organ chord] [Fade to silence]
