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Introducing Songs from the Back Porch, an album from the Back Porch Saints!

A husband-and-wife folk duo rooted in Kentucky soil and Florida sunsets.

Raised on hymns, 90s country radio, and front-porch storytelling, Back Porch Saints blend southern folk, blues-rock grit, and reflective songwriting. Their music lives somewhere between backroads and redemption — songs about faith, doubt, growing up, breaking down, and finding your way home again.

They don’t preach.
They don’t pretend.
They just tell it straight.

Trent Palmer
Lead Vocal / Acoustic Guitar
• Kentucky-born storyteller
• Slight rasp, warm baritone
• Anchor of the band

Mara Leigh Walker
Harmony Vocal / Rhythm Guitar
• Florida-raised soul
• Calm presence, emotional depth
• The emotional gravity

Old Timer “Cal” Turner
Slide / Electric Guitar
• Quiet, observant, wise, bearded gentleman
• Slide-heavy blues phrasing
• Plays a worn Telecaster or sunburst Les Paul
• Doesn’t talk much — lets the guitar speak

More to come about the rest of the band members in the remaining songs of the album.

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Believin'
Lyrics:

Believin’…
It’s the reason that I rise when I’m broken,
The reason all the words get spoken.
Yeah, I don’t know where the road is leadin’,
But I’m still— I’m still believin’.

Woke up with a mindset ready for the climb,
Got the weight of my past but I left it behind.
Had the world on my back tryna tear me apart,
But the struggle taught strength, now it beats in my heart.
I took losses, paid prices, fought shadows inside,
Had to crawl through the fire just to feel alive.
Now I’m standin’ on the edge with my soul redeemin’,
I don’t just hope anymore— I’m believin’.

I been cut down, talked down, doubted and dismissed,
Had to learn to build armor out of everything I missed.
Turned trauma into power, turned the silence into flame,
I ain’t runnin’ from my past — I’m takin’ ownership of pain.
Every “no” that I heard just sharpened my will,
Every fall that I took made me harder to kill.
I ain’t perfect, but I’m growin’, never leavin’—
Every breath that I take is a step in believin’.

When the night gets heavy, keep movin’.
When the fear gets loud, keep provin’.
You’re stronger than the doubts that haunt you.
Belief is the weapon they can’t take from you.

Believin’…
It’s the reason that I rise when I’m broken,
The reason that my truth gets spoken.
Yeah I don’t know where the road is leadin’,
But I’m still—
Still believin’.

I walked through the dark where the light felt distant,
But the dreams in my chest kept my soul persistent.
Now the same old storm couldn’t drown my voice,
’Cause survival ain’t luck— sometimes pain’s a choice.

Yeah, I stumbled in the shadows but I learned my name,
Took the pieces of my past, rearranged the frame.
Every scar on my skin is a truth I’m keepin’,
Every battle that I won made my spirit deepen.

So if the road gets rough, we ain’t breakin’ or retreatin’,

We rise up twice for every time we’re beaten.
Together or alone, we keep breathin’,
Hands to the sky ’cause we’re done just dreamin’—
We’re believin’.

Believin’…
It’s the reason that I rise when I’m broken,
It’s the reason that I rise when I’m broken,
It’s the reason that I rise when I’m broken,
The reason all the words get spoken.
Yeah, I don’t know where the road is leadin’,
But I’m still— I’m still believin’.