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Can U Hear Me

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[Verse 1]  
Dust on my boots, cedar smoke on my coat,  
Every barbed-wire sin carved a scar in my throat.  
Rutted two-track roads led me clear off the map,  
Where the red clay bleeds through a shotgun shack.  
Mama swore there’s a shine hid beneath all the grime—  
I was too hard-headed, too tangled in time.  
Now I’m standin’ where the catfish circle slow,  
Let the muddy truth rise till it tickles my toes.  
[Chorus]  
Sunset’s burnin’ gold on this sinner’s crown,  
Preacher hollers “Come home,” so I’m kneelin’ down.  
In the name of grace, I trade steel for the water—  
Leavin’ rust on the bank makes a soul that much stronger.  
[Verse 2]  
Can’t uncrack a heart like a busted jar lid,  
Can’t sand all the splinters from the wrong I did.  
But the river don’t judge, just keeps rollin’ by,  
Like a flat-top song ’neath a dusty July.  
Took a flask full of pride, poured it out in the stream,  
Watched the ripples erase every crude machine.  
With each swallow of current my burdens turn light,  
Like a porch-rail whistle in the hush of the night.  
[Chorus]  
Sunset’s burnin’ gold on this sinner’s crown,  
Preacher hollers “Come home,” so I’m kneelin’ down.  
In three feet of mercy, my chains start to falter—  
The past drifts away on a riverboat altar.  
[Bridge]  
Old devil’s still barkin’ from the cottonwood line,  
But the choir outshouts him on four-four time.  
Fiddle cries sweet over guilt’s last moan,  
While the hound dogs yawn and the cattle head home.  
[Chorus]  
Sunrise finds me clean where the night ran thin,  
Mama’s eyes in the dawn say “You’re whole again.”  
What I left in the current can’t crawl out to haunt me—  
Cedar-smoke salvation, and the good Lord taught me.

Cedar-Smoke Salvation

Produced and remixed by GEM Recording Group

You Get What You Pay For, Jason Charles Miller

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