Copper and clay

Title: Copper & Clay
Style: Dark Americana / Folk-Funk
Instrumentation: Heavy, funky syncopated banjo riff, deep thumping foot-stomps, and a gritty, distorted blues vocal.
(Intro)
(A fast, rhythmic, funky banjo plucking pattern starts up, joined by a heavy, booming kick-drum stomp on every beat)
[Verse 1]
The fog don’t drift through the timber pine
It creeps like a ghost down the county line
Daddy left me a kettle and an iron spark
And a recipe for keeping out the blinding dark
The creek runs cold but the copper runs hot
You feed the fire with everything you got
One eye on the steam, one eye on the road
Hiding from the devil and the debt I’m owed.
[Chorus]
Oh, pour that lightning, let it bleed
It’s the only medicine the broken need
Born in the briar, raised in the gray
They want my soul but I’m copper and clay
(Banjo hits a hard, funky breakdown roll)
Yeah, I'm copper and clay.
[Verse 2]
The lawman’s coming with a silver star
But he don't know how deep these hollows are
There are tracks in the mud that the briars hide
And secrets that the black-bark willows keep inside
Let 'em bring the hounds, let 'em bring the light
The ridge belongs to the shadow tonight
They can burn the still till the smoke turns blue
But they can't catch a ghost when the wind blows through.
[Chorus]
Oh, pour that lightning, let it bleed
It’s the only medicine the broken need
Born in the briar, raised in the gray
They want my soul but I’m copper and clay.
[Bridge]
(The beat drops out, leaving only a slow, menacing banjo strum and a low vocal drone)
Black water rising up to my knees...
Lord have mercy on the whiskey trees.
(Beat slams back in, faster and heavier than before)
But the devil's gonna have to wait on me!
[Guitar/Banjo Solo]
(A chaotic, high-energy instrumental section blending a funk-style bassline with a rapid, eerie banjo melody)
[Chorus]
Oh, pour that lightning, let it bleed
It’s the only medicine the broken need
Born in the briar, raised in the gray
They want my soul but I’m copper and clay!
[Outro]
Just copper and clay...
Let the mist wash the tracks away.
(The banjo pattern slows down, mimicking the rhythm of a heartbeat, until it fades out into a single, ringing acoustic note)

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