Yeah… ain’t no preacher out here, just me and what I ain’t said yet.

Screen door swing, that hinge still moans,
Same ol’ house, I barely call home.
Ashtray full of could’ve been nights,
Whiskey half gone, but the truth still bites.
I got prayers I ain’t proud to pray,
Dreams I chased that lost their way.
God don’t judge, but the crickets might,
They hear every lie I said tonight.

I don’t need no halo’s glow,
Just a little peace before I go.

This my back porch confession,
Ain’t no crowd, just quiet lessons.
Moonlight mercy, smoke for blessin’,
Every sin sounds small when I’m confessin’.
Yeah, this my back porch confession,
Truth pourin’ out with no direction.
If the Lord still listens past the tension,
He’ll find me here — in my back porch confession.

I done hurt hearts I meant to hold,
Chased fast fame, forgot slow gold.
Said I’d call home, but time got loud,
Lost good friends in the shadow crowd.
Now it’s me and the night and the hum of thought,
Tryin’ to love the man the mirror forgot.
Ain’t no fame out here, just grace and smoke,
Ain’t no lies left big enough to choke.

Ain’t no saint in this southern skin,
But I’m still prayin’ where I been.

This my back porch confession,
Ain’t no crowd, just quiet lessons.
Moonlight mercy, smoke for blessin’,
Every sin sounds small when I’m confessin’.
Yeah, this my back porch confession,
Truth pourin’ out with no direction.
If the Lord still listens past the tension,
He’ll find me here — in my back porch confession.

If dirt could talk, it’d call me by name,
Tell the truth ‘bout the price of fame.
But I still thank God for every scar,
‘Cause they’re proof of how far I are.

This my back porch confession,
Where the silence makes the lessons.
Moonlight mercy, no protection,
Just me, the night, and God’s discretion.
Yeah, this my back porch confession,
Heart on sleeve, no resurrection.
If the Lord still listens through imperfection,
He’ll find me here — in my back porch confession.