Joseph Metz Blues

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Joseph Metz from Mississippi, Boots in the red clay, hat pulled low. Says grace before he hits the water, Says his prayers where the cypress grow. Proud of the old words in his mouth, Proud of the roots his mama gave. Then he's checking lines at daylight, Chasing buck or catfish in the wave. [Pre-Chorus] He don't split his heart in two, He lets it all ring true. One hand on the reel, One hand on the truth. [Chorus] Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Sing it out, remember that. Proud of his name, proud of his faith, And he hunts all day, he fishes back. Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Keep that fire under your vest. Mississippi mud on his boots, And a prayer in his chest. [Verse 2] Down with his cousin Joshua, That Cajun Jew from down the road. Half a grin and a plate of gumbo, Always got a story to unload. They laugh like they've known forever, Trade sweet tea for a riverbank. One talks fast in a bayou drawl, One says shalom, then tips his tank. [Pre-Chorus] They work the woods at sunrise, Work the bayou by moon. Same blood, same jokes, Same old tune. [Chorus] Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Sing it out, remember that. Proud of his name, proud of his faith, And he hunts all day, he fishes back. Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Keep that fire under your vest. Mississippi mud on his boots, And a prayer in his chest. [Bridge] When the family comes together, They fill the porch till it shakes. One's got a fish on the stringer, One's got a buck by the gate. Joshua hollers, Joseph smiles, Both of them know where they stand. Different roads, same river, Same good God, same land. [Final Chorus] Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Sing it out, remember that. Proud of his name, proud of his faith, And he hunts all day, he fishes back. Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Keep that fire under your vest. Mississippi mud on his boots, And a prayer in his chest. Joseph Metz, Joseph Metz, Cousin Joshua singing too. Cajun Jew and Mississippi boy, Making one bright truth.