Craft Southern soul/gospel-blues lyrics for a gritty baritone male vocalist, BPM 82, G minor. Core instrumentation: gritty Hammond B3 with Leslie swirl, glass slide electric guitar, fingerstyle thumping bass, punchy Memphis-style horn stabs, backing gospel choir, tambourine and hand clap grooves. Theme: A man testifying about picking himself up after losing his family auto shop to a flood, finding hope in the memory of his dad’s old workbench and neighbors bringing him tools to rebuild. Weave imagery of rusted wrenches, rain-beaten tin roofs, and Sunday choir harmonies drifting through his open garage door. Emotion swings from weary, ragged grief to fiery, triumphant joy, with ad-lib falsetto cries woven into the final crescendo.
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[Intro] [Verse] Muddy water took the floor Rushed right through the double door Fifty years of oil and grease Gone without a word of peace Rain-beaten tin roof overhead Crying for the words he said [Pre-Chorus] But the workbench didn't slide Standing tall with family pride I saw the rusted wrenches in the clay Ready for a brand new day [Chorus] Lord, I hear the choir sing Let the heavy hammers ring We will build it back today Wash the muddy grief away Lift the walls up to the sky We won't let this engine die [Post-Chorus] Oh, lift it up Fill the cup Oh, lift it up Fill the cup [Verse] Brother Joseph walked right in With a rusty box of tin He brought a heavy socket set and jack Told me that we're getting traction back Sister Clara brought some bread To heal the weary path ahead [Pre-Chorus] Right through the open garage door I don't worry anymore I hear the Sunday music rise Wiping tears from tired eyes [Chorus] Lord, I hear the choir sing Let the heavy hammers ring We will build it back today Wash the muddy grief away Lift the walls up to the sky We won't let this engine die [Bridge] Hear the slide guitar scream loud We are standing tall and proud The B3 organ starts to swell Go and ring the chapel bell We found the spark Out of the dark [Breakdown] Rusted iron in my hand Making my eternal stand My daddy built this place to last Rising up from the past [Chorus] Lord, I hear the choir sing (Yeah, I hear them sing!) Let the heavy hammers ring (Let 'em ring!) We will build it back today Wash the muddy grief away (Wash it all away!) Lift the walls up to the sky We won't let this engine die (Never gonna die!) [Post-Chorus] Oh, lift it up (Lift it up!) Fill the cup (Fill it up!) Oh, lift it up Fill the cup (Yeah!) [Outro]
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