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Back Porch Saints - Six-String Rider [Official Visualizer]

Introducing Songs from the Back Porch, an album from the Back Porch Saints! A husband-and-wife folk duo rooted in Kentucky soil and Florida sunsets. Raised on hymns, 90s country radio, and front-porch storytelling, Back Porch Saints blend southern folk, blues-rock grit, and reflective songwriting. Their music lives somewhere between backroads and redemption — songs about faith, doubt, growing up, breaking down, and finding your way home again. They don’t preach. They don’t pretend. They just tell it straight. Trent Palmer Lead Vocal / Acoustic Guitar • Kentucky-born storyteller • Slight rasp, warm baritone • Anchor of the band Mara Leigh Walker Harmony Vocal / Rhythm Guitar • Florida-raised soul • Calm presence, emotional depth • The emotional gravity More to come about the rest of the band members in the remaining songs of the album. backporchsaints.com Six-String Rider Lyrics: I found it in a pawn shop in east L.A. Black pickguard, made in '58 And when I picked it up, ii heard it sing I was like a kid at Christmas, holdin' that thing I had no idea where it had been The people who had played it or the songs it had lived in Coulda been a Bocephus, a Waylon or a Willy A Johnnie or a Merle or some kid from Mississippi That pickup got me through a lot of tough nights It was all I had in the back of my ride Playin' them bars, runnin' 'round, and it stayed with me We was on that same journey, I believe But I had no idea where it had been The people who had played it or the songs it had lived in Coulda been a Bocephus, a Waylon or a Willy A Johnnie or a Merle or some kid from Mississippi One day, it'll be my time to move on And maybe my boy will take it on And he'll sit and play it in some little town And he'll wonder who it belonged to now He'll have no idea where it had been The people who had played it or the songs it had lived in Coulda been a Bocephus, a Waylon or a Willy A Johnnie or a Merle or some kid from Mississippi Every nick in the wood’s got a story to tell, Sweat and smoke, a little heaven, a little hell. Hands come and go, but the truth remains, Same six strings, different names. So when the frets are worn and the finish fades, And the years leave lines like the songs I played, I’ll smile knowin’ I was just passin’ through, Keepin’ it tuned till it found someone new. Yeah, I was just another rider on that road it’d been, Six strings carryin’ me… like it did for them.