Name: The Hayhands by Franklin County Coding Company
Duration: 3 min 2 s
Description: For every young back who hauled more than he was paid for. An ode to blistered palms and bad deals, and how the soil still remembers who labored on it - the good, the bad, and the cheap.

Standing On the Ride (People Get Crazy, God Stays Good)

For every young back who hauled more than he was paid for. An ode to blistered palms and bad deals, and how the soil still remembers who labored on it - the good, the bad, and the cheap.

The Hayhands

TASTES LIKE GRACE  
A modern storyteller-country take on the woman at the well — raw grace, real redemption, and ice-cold mercy for people who feel unseen.

LYRICS  
She came to the well in the noonday sun  
Hiding her shame from everyone  
Empty jar and an empty soul  
Just another day alone  
But there sat a man she’d never seen  
Spoke to her like she was clean  
Said, “Daughter, if you only knew  
the living water I have for you”

a bottomless well with the sweetest taste  
ice cold water, it tastes like grace  
her sin before her, no need to tell  
Still He loved her at the well  
Living water flowing free  
Come and taste, come and see  
All you weary, who thirst for more  
mercy waits for rich and poor

She dropped her jar, then and there  
Ran to the town with news to share  
Said, “Come and see this man of grace  
beneath my mask, he saw my face”  
He didn’t turn though He knew her past  
He gave forgiveness before she asked  
Now she’s free, no need to hide  
That Living water now lives inside

a bottomless well with the sweetest taste  
ice cold water, it tastes like grace  
her sin before her, no need to tell  
Still He loved her at the well  
Living water flowing free  
Come and taste, come and see  
All you weary, who thirst for more  
mercy waits for rich and poor

That well’s still flowing, here today  
Living water that won’t fade away  
Bring your burdens, bring your pain  
This living water is Jesus’ name

a bottomless well with the sweetest taste  
ice cold water, it tastes like grace  
her sin before her, no need to tell  
Still He loved her at the well  
Living water flowing free  
Come and taste, come and see  
All you weary, who thirst for more  
mercy waits for rich and poor

no matter where you’ve been  
no matter what you’ve done  
come and drink this living water,  
it lives for everyone  
yeahhh… He lives for everyone


Tastes Like Grace

Barnabus

Southern Illinois floodplain writer telling country / alt-country stories about small towns, solved murders, hard marriages, harder economies, ancestors, quiet boys, healing men, broken homes, and the ghosts of working people. Stories carved out on Tele tones, Epiphone wood, and whatever tools get the truth down fast.

The Hayhands

Franklin County Coding Company

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