VibeFoundry - Redneck’s Prayer | Redneck Rock

In the heart of southern grit and dust, Redneck’s Prayer delivers a raw, slow-burning story of a man, his land, and everything he holds sacred — without ever needing a pulpit. This isn’t a song about religion. It’s a gravel-voiced confession kneeling in the dirt, backed by roaring guitars and the hum of a V8. Spoken verses, cinematic tension, and heavy redneck rock riffs make this track a moment of silence wrapped in steel and gasoline.

Crafted for those who don’t need sermons but still believe in something worth dying for — family, freedom, and the ground beneath their boots — this is a soundtrack for late nights in the garage and early mornings on the porch. If you’ve ever prayed with your hands covered in grease and your heart full of fire, Redneck’s Prayer is your hymn.

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Lyrics:
Lord...
I ain’t no preacher,
but I know what’s right.
You gave me a woman,
three loud-ass kids,
and a dog that won’t shut up.
You gave me dirt to stand on
and a rig that runs on prayers.
So I reckon I owe you a word.

I ain’t got a pew, just a porch with rust,
Bible in the glovebox, covered in dust.
Kneelin’ by my truck with a busted knee,
Hopin’ You still got time for folks like me.

This is my redneck prayer, my gasoline grace,
With a gun on the rack and a scar on my face.
I ain’t holy, but I stand for my kin,
Lord, keep my family safe when the world caves in.

Bless my woman’s hands – cracked but kind,
She holds this house when I lose my mind.
Bless my boys, runnin’ wild in the yard,
Teach ‘em to fight, but not too hard.

Don’t need no choir,
just the hum of this V8,
and the sound of crickets
when I close my gate.

This is my redneck prayer, my blood and bone,
With a cross made of tools and a heart of stone.
I ain’t righteous, but I damn well try,
Lord, keep 'em close when I say goodbye.

And if I go down,
make it fast, make it clean,
don’t let me rot in no damn machine.
Just burn my rig, play Skynyrd loud,
Spread my ash in that red clay ground.

This is my redneck prayer, no robe, no crown,
Just boots in the mud when the chips go down.
I ain’t perfect, but I carry the flame,
Lord, take my name – don’t let it die in vain.

Amen.
And don’t forget the dog.

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