[Verse] Son, come here, let me show you how the strings should cry, Old guitar in my hands, hidden secrets in the night sky. Each wire holds a storm, I learned to bend and break it right, Tuning pain into the song, through the darkness, find the light. [Pre-Chorus] Hear that low E moan, the A’s a thunder rolling deep, Feel the D and G clash, like waves that never sleep. [Chorus] Pull the tension tight, let the thunder ring and roar, Every note’s a battle, every chord is something more. With your fingers on these strings, boy, you’re tuning up your soul, In the stormy blues we play, that’s how the broken heal and hold. [Verse] Fingers trembling slow, wind howling through the old screen door, Father’s voice a gravel road, guiding you to something pure. This guitar’s a weathered friend, its voice is worn but brave, Tune it right, and listen close — it sings the path we pave. [Pre-Chorus] Hear that low E moan, the A’s a thunder rolling deep, Feel the D and G clash, like waves that never sleep. [Chorus] Pull the tension tight, let the thunder ring and roar, Every note’s a battle, every chord is something more. With your fingers on these strings, boy, you’re tuning up your soul, In the stormy blues we play, that’s how the broken heal and hold. [Bridge] Storm’s coming hard, but we hold the strings like chains, Cut through lightning, through the sorrow and the rain. In this guitar’s cry, feel the heartache and the hope, Son, tuning these old blues is how we learn to cope. [Chorus] Pull the tension tight, let the thunder ring and roar, Every note’s a battle, every chord is something more. With your fingers on these strings, boy, you’re tuning up your soul, In the stormy blues we play, that’s how the broken heal and hold. [Outro] Let it sing, let it scream, till the night fades out of sight, Tuned in storm and soul, boy, you’re learning wrong from right.