[Verse] In the quiet of the Sunday mornin’, While the choir sings the holy song, There’s a secret that I’m keepin’ silent, Up the attic stairs where blues belong. [Pre-Chorus] Father prays, but I’m praisin’ shadows, Vinyl cracklin’ under my fingertips, A little stealth and a little heartbeat, Twice a week, I steal those midnight trips. [Chorus] Oh, sneakin’ blues into the chapel’s heart, Where the preachin’ meets the midnight hush, Got them dusty records playin’ low and smart, In the attic, where the blues and heaven brush. Sneakin’ blues, sneakin’ blues, Yeah, the preacher’s son’s got somethin’ to lose. [Verse] Mama’s eyes, they catch me smilin’ quiet, While the sermon rolls like thunder outside, But when the candle flickers low and gentle, That sweet, sad sound is where my soul will hide. [Pre-Chorus] Father’s words, they echo strong and steady, But these blues notes, they whisper soft and true, In that attic, where my heart beats ready, For the songs that only feel like you. [Chorus] Oh, sneakin’ blues into the chapel’s heart, Where the preachin’ meets the midnight hush, Got them dusty records playin’ low and smart, In the attic, where the blues and heaven brush. Sneakin’ blues, sneakin’ blues, Yeah, the preacher’s son’s got somethin’ to lose. [Bridge] Late night confessions in the vinyl spin, Ghosts of singers lonesome and thin, Underneath the holy light, I find my own fight, Blues and faith, they both feel right. [Chorus] Oh, sneakin’ blues into the chapel’s heart, Where the preachin’ meets the midnight hush, Got them dusty records playin’ low and smart, In the attic, where the blues and heaven brush. Sneakin’ blues, sneakin’ blues, Yeah, the preacher’s son’s got somethin’ to lose. [Outro] Sneakin’ blues, in the attic’s glow, Where the preacher’s son lets the music flow, Yeah, sneakin’ blues, soft and slow— In the heart of the church, where no one knows.