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River of Rough Grace - This river doesn’t forgive. It collects. | Dark Country Anthem

“River of Rough Grace” is a dark country anthem about surrender, grit, and rebirth through pain—not peace. Set on the banks of blackwater and broken vows, this cinematic western song dives into shadow, shame, and the hard kind of grace that pulls a man back to life. This isn’t gentle gospel—it’s blood, mud, and redemption at midnight. 💬 “Grace ain’t gentle for men like me—it’s a river that drags you back to life.” 🎵 Original song by Bellthorn #darkcountry #outlawmusic #countryballad #countrygothic #countryrock #bellthorn Lyric: River of Rough Grace [Hook – 2 lines] I didn’t come for comfort—I came for the truth. Drag me through blackwater… and bring me back new. [Verse 1] Midnight on the river, no stars in the sky, Just a dead-cold current and a reason to try. I’ve worn my sins like a coat in the heat, Called it “survival” while I stayed in defeat. The water keeps secrets, the mud keeps names, And I’m tired of living like a man who flames. [Chorus] Blackwater, take it—take my pride, take my lies, Take the old vow I swore just to stay alive. Wash me hard, don’t be kind, don’t be sweet— I want a clean heart more than I want peace. Blackwater, hold me, pull me through the flood, If I rise, let me rise… in rough grace, not blood. [Verse 2] There’s a busted chapel where the bank caves in, Bell rope hanging like the shape of sin. I kneel in the reeds, hear the wind say “pay,” Like the past got a mouth and it won’t look away. I can’t undo nights, can’t unbreak vows, But I can draw a line… right here, right now. [Chorus] Blackwater, take it—take my pride, take my lies, Take the old vow I swore just to stay alive. Wash me hard, don’t be kind, don’t be sweet— I want a clean heart more than I want peace. Blackwater, hold me, pull me through the flood, If I rise, let me rise… in rough grace, not blood. [Bridge – oración / ritual] Lord, I’m done with the bottle, done with the smoke, Done with the devil’s “jokes” that ain’t no joke. Ring one bell for the damage, ring two for my shame, Let the river drown the man I became. (1 beat silence) Put iron in my spine, put fire in my breath— If I have to be born again… let it hurt like death. [Ending – short] Morning crawled up slow on the waterline, And my shadow stayed— but it fell behind. [Final Chorus] Blackwater, take it—take my pride, take my lies, Take the old vow I swore just to stay alive. Wash me hard, don’t be kind, don’t be sweet— I want a clean heart more than I want peace. Blackwater, hold me, pull me through the flood, If I rise, let me rise… in rough grace, not blood. [Quote] “Grace ain’t gentle for men like me— it’s a river that drags you back to life.”