Where U Stand

southern rock, swamp rock, outlaw country

February 19, 2025 at 9:26 PMv4

(Pre-Chorus – Build Up, Drum Kicks In)
Talkin’ ‘bout pain, talkin’ ‘bout strife,
Try speakin’ your mind where it costs your life.

(Chorus – Big Southern Rock Riff, Full Band Kicks In)
Take a ride where words ain’t free,
Where a thought like yours gets six feet deep.
Ain’t seen chains, ain’t felt real pain,
Still cryin’ like you’re drowning in acid rain.
Step back, boy, open your eyes,
This “hell” you hate? It’s paradise.

(Verse 2 – Gritty Bluesy Twang)
Preachin’ real loud, but you ain’t got a clue,
Sellin’ fear like it’s somethin’ new.
Guidin’ lost sheep right off the ledge,
Blind leadin’ blind to a fallin’ edge.

(Pre-Chorus – Heavy Drum & Slide Guitar Licks)
Ain’t sayin’ don’t fight, ain’t sayin’ don’t stand,
But you’re barkin’ loud with a mic in your hand.

(Chorus – Full Throttle, Big Southern Swagger)
Take a ride where words ain’t free,
Where a thought like yours gets six feet deep.
Ain’t seen chains, ain’t felt real pain,
Still cryin’ like you’re drowning in acid rain.
Step back, boy, open your eyes,
This “hell” you hate? It’s paradise.

(Bridge – Stripped Down, Haunting Slide Guitar)
Some got nothin’, no voice, no say,
But you'd rather burn it all away.
The world is rough, yeah, times are tough,
But don’t curse the land that gave you enough.

(chorus)
Go take a step where the streets run red,
Where speakin’ too loud might leave you dead.
You don’t know chains, don’t know real pain,
But you swear you’re livin’ in acid rain.
Look around, boy, count your days,
This “hell” you hate? Folks die to stay.

(Outro – Big Finale, Let That Guitar Cry)
Yeah, raise your hand, make your plan,
Just don’t forget where you stand.

(Verse 1 – Slow & Gritty) Million-dollar suits cryin’ on my screen, Talkin’ ‘bout struggle they ain’t never seen. Sippin’ champagne, preachin’ hard times, While real folks bleed just to make a dime. (Pre-Chorus – Build Up, Drum Kicks In) Talkin’ ‘bout pain, talkin’ ‘bout strife, Try speakin’ your mind where it costs your life. (Chorus – Big Southern Rock Riff, Full Band Kicks In) Take a ride where words ain’t free, Where a thought like yours gets six feet deep. Ain’t seen chains, ain’t felt real pain, Still cryin’ like you’re drowning in acid rain. Step back, boy, open your eyes, This “hell” you hate? It’s paradise. (Verse 2 – Gritty Bluesy Twang) Preachin’ real loud, but you ain’t got a clue, Sellin’ fear like it’s somethin’ new. Guidin’ lost sheep right off the ledge, Blind leadin’ blind to a fallin’ edge. (Pre-Chorus – Heavy Drum & Slide Guitar Licks) Ain’t sayin’ don’t fight, ain’t sayin’ don’t stand, But you’re barkin’ loud with a mic in your hand. (Chorus – Full Throttle, Big Southern Swagger) Take a ride where words ain’t free, Where a thought like yours gets six feet deep. Ain’t seen chains, ain’t felt real pain, Still cryin’ like you’re drowning in acid rain. Step back, boy, open your eyes, This “hell” you hate? It’s paradise. (Bridge – Stripped Down, Haunting Slide Guitar) Some got nothin’, no voice, no say, But you'd rather burn it all away. The world is rough, yeah, times are tough, But don’t curse the land that gave you enough. (chorus) Go take a step where the streets run red, Where speakin’ too loud might leave you dead. You don’t know chains, don’t know real pain, But you swear you’re livin’ in acid rain. Look around, boy, count your days, This “hell” you hate? Folks die to stay. (Outro – Big Finale, Let That Guitar Cry) Yeah, raise your hand, make your plan, Just don’t forget where you stand.