Third Sunday of September, and the whole county's on the bank — but this time they came to watch the deacon go under. For forty-nine years he waded that creek and raised every soul in the holler up clean, and his own name stayed dry. Then the son he dipped first at nine years old took his daddy by the forearms, same words, same water, same September current. A bluegrass-gospel testimony in driving banjo, fiddle, and three-part harmony, with line-synced lyrics over a dozen golden-hour scenes from Mill Creek — the robe on the sycamore limb, the Bible on the bank stone, and the bench where his boots still sit.
Written & performed by Waylon · DirtRoadRadio