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  • 7/1/2025
Experience the soul of the American South in this powerful country ballad about faith, loss, and the unbreakable spirit of the land. Set against a backdrop of cypress trees, dusty homesteads, and blood-red moons, this song tells the story of a man holding the line when life tests him the hardest. With slide guitar, acoustic grit, and gospel undertones, it paints vivid scenes of ghosts in chapel pews, flames of faith, and Southern storms that can’t break the strength of those who rise from dirt. From plowing pain into stubborn clay to standing his ground against the devil himself, this is a hymn for anyone who knows the battle between darkness and hope. Blending outlaw country, Americana, and Southern rock, this track speaks to the heart of small-town grit, where angels wear boots and prayers are louder than the storm. Turn it up and feel the fire of the South.

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00:00That morning sun cut through the cypress trees Like a preacher's fire on bended knees
00:21I was plowing plain into stubborn clay Since she left in June I ain't been the same
00:28But I keep that Bible by my dash Does cover dreams, whiskey in a glass
00:35The corn won't grow, the river runs red But I won't give the devil rent on this homestead
00:42Cause heaven don't break in the south No sir, we bleed, we pray, we rise from dirt
00:49When thunder rolls and the dark comes down We hold this line, the sacred ground
00:56She said this land will test your soul, no doubt But heaven don't break in the south
01:04They say the woods been whispering lies Hounds won't hunt and the well ran dry
01:17A cross on the hill caught fire last night But I ain't running, I was born to fight
01:24I seen her ghost in the chapel pew Hair like wheat and eyes like truce
01:31She said love's a war bore, not a truce And God's still stronger than the news
01:38Cause heaven don't break in the south Not here where sins get washed in muddy tears
01:45Where angels wear boots and rifles too And prayers are louder than twenty-two
01:52She kissed me once and said keep your vow And heaven don't break in the south
02:00Storm rolled in on a Saturday night Black as sin and twice the fright
02:20The town lined up at the white church door One flame of faith and a hundred more
02:27We sang her favorite gospel tune Beneath that blood red harvest moon
02:33The devil watched but turned around Cause he knows better than to burn this town
02:41I still see her in the dawn's first light By the muddy banks
02:46Where wrong turns right And every plow cut through this pain
02:51Is one more hymn in a southern refrain
02:55Yeah, heaven don't break in the south, amen We lose the fight, then win again
03:01With calloused hands and holy scars We plant our hope beneath the stars
03:08She's gone, but I still hear her now Saying heaven don't break in the south
03:16So I'll work the land and guard this vow Cause heaven don't break in the south
03:26God bless you in the south
03:28Oh, my friend, we'll catch him in the north
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