Where the Fish Jump

Gritty Southern Baptist delta blues with male vocals, slide guitar up front and a lazy, stomping groove, Verse sits raw and conversational, close-mic vocal, fingerpicked guitar and brushed snare; chorus swells with call-and-response hollers, handclaps, and churchy organ pads, Short turnaround riff between sections, room reverb on the vocal to feel like a small wooden chapel by the river, male vocals, delta blues

[Verse 1] Mud on my boots Rust on the gate Sun breaking loose Through the cypress and the haze Coffee in a mason jar Bible on the dash I talk like a sinner But I walk like I’ve been snatched back [Chorus] My God finds me where the fish jump Where the bucks run wild through the pines Down in that swamp dark Heart scarred He still cuts a trail through my mind He don’t wait on stained-glass Sunday He wades in the flood and the dust My God finds me where the fish jump Where the bucks run He finds us [Verse 2] Old John’s dock Leanin’ off the bank Catfish hittin’ hard Line hummin’ like a hymn sang Cousin got a cooler Brother got a past We pass that jug around Grace hits quicker than it passed [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] I cuss I spit I stumble Tobacco on my tongue But I hear that soft rumble Like a choir in the drum [building] Creek bed altar Mosquito choir Mos’ high preacher In a shirt smellin’ like bonfire [Chorus]

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