Built to Last | A Deep-Voice Texas Garage Anthem

Texas Garage Soul — Built to Last. An original Lumavory song. A deep, weathered voice tells a story of Texas garages, Mississippi roots, old trucks, family and the kind of humor that gets you through a long working day. Southern blues guitar, garage soul and a little American pride. LYRICS I was born outside of Waco, nineteen fifty-nine, Daddy had a two-bay shop and a stubborn state of mind. He said a man's worth knowing when he keeps his word and tools, Then lost his favorite socket and blamed the public schools. We drove out to the Delta when my mama missed her kin, Came back with river stories and some blues beneath our skin. I learned to work an engine, learned to leave a heart alone, Some things need a little space before they find their way back home. Texas garage soul, oil upon my hands, A little Mississippi running through a Texas man. Built to last, born to roll, weathered but not done, There's a whole lot of tomorrow in this old son of a gun. Let the flag keep waving, let the six-string growl, If the world's gone crazy, we can slow it down somehow. Jimmy worked the oil fields till his shoulder wouldn't bend, Now he sits beside the toolbox, tells the same old tale again. He says trucks were better back when everything was steel, Then asks his phone for weather and complains about the bill. My grandson brought a tablet, said he'd diagnose my ride, I said, "Boy, I know the trouble, there's no gasoline inside." We laughed until the sun went down behind the county line, He taught me how to send a picture, I taught him how to drive. Texas garage soul, oil upon my hands, A little Mississippi running through a Texas man. Built to last, born to roll, weathered but not done, There's a whole lot of tomorrow in this old son of a gun. Let the flag keep waving, let the six-string growl, If the world's gone crazy, we can slow it down somehow. Mary keeps a photograph from our first county dance, I had a borrowed jacket and a wildly hopeful plan. The shop roof leaks in April, but the coffee's always hot, We didn't get rich fixing cars, we got friends around the block. Texas garage soul, oil upon my hands, A little Mississippi running through a Texas man. Built to last, born to roll, weathered but not done, There's a whole lot of tomorrow in this old son of a gun. Let the flag keep waving, let the six-string growl, Bring your trouble to the garage, we'll work something out. Yeah, we'll work something out. Leave the coffee on. Footage: Pexels; selected and supplied for this clip. Garage: cottonbro studio (4489934). Vintage pickup: WeStarMoney Rec (10587225). Texas landscape: Hadi Zadeh (5022162). Flag: Ciudad Gótica FILMS (5706722). Longhorn footage: supplied clip 12972592. #TexasBlues #GarageSoul #SouthernBlues #DeepVoice #Lumavory