Golden Hour in the Holler

Intro Yeah… Sun’s going down. Porch light’s coming on. All is well. Verse 1 I spent half my life believing Every whisper in my head, Fighting battles in tomorrow, Dragging yesterday from bed. Fear could sound just like a preacher, Pride could swear that it was right, But a thought can knock upon the door Without me letting it inside. Pre-Chorus So I sit a little quieter, Let the noise go where it goes, There are things I’ll never figure out, And things I don’t need to know. Chorus It’s golden hour in the Holler, Let that old saxophone cry, Let the mountains hold the sunset While the daylight says goodbye. I ain’t chasing every feeling, I ain’t fighting every bell, I’m just staying with the Father, And tonight… all is well. Sax Break Verse 2 I’ve carried anger like a suitcase, Wore regret down to the bone, Tried to make the whole world love me, Still wound up feeling alone. Now forgiveness ain’t pretending That the hurt was never real, It’s laying down what I can’t carry, Giving God the room to heal. Pre-Chorus And when that old voice starts talking, Saying, “Boy, you better run,” I watch it pass across my mind Like a cloud across the sun. Chorus It’s golden hour in the Holler, Let that old saxophone cry, Let the mountains hold the sunset While the daylight says goodbye. I ain’t chasing every feeling, I ain’t fighting every bell, I’m just staying with the Father, And tonight… all is well. Bridge Stay with it… When the road gets long. Stay with it… When your head gets loud. Stay with it… You don’t have to win the argument. You don’t have to please the crowd. Love your people without fearing them, Let them be who they will be. Big purpose, little ego, That’s a mighty kind of free. Tenor Sax Solo Verse 3 Five shots waiting in the morning, Porch boards cooling in the night, Trigger sleeping by the rocking chair, One old lantern burning bright. I’ve been wrong and I’ve been restless, I’ve been scared and I’ve been proud, But grace don’t need a marching band, Sometimes grace just quiets down. Final Chorus It’s golden hour in the Holler, Let that old saxophone cry, Let the mountains hold the sunset Let the mountains hold the sunset While the stars come walking by. Let the thoughts come, let them leave me, They don’t own this heart of mine, I’m just staying with the Father, One day, one breath, one night at a time. It’s golden hour in the Holler, Ain’t a thing I need to sell, Porch light on, the world keeps turning… All is well. All is well. Yeah… All is well. Outro Slow, bluesy tenor sax carries the melody alone Spoken softly Stay with it. All is well.