Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Rust on the mailbox Name scratched clean Crows on the fence line Watching what I’ve been Dust in the doorway Boot prints stained black Bottle by the Bible Both staring back [Chorus] Pour that graveyard whiskey Let the dead keep time If my sins come looking They can stand in line I made friends with the shadows Out past the tree line sign Pour that graveyard whiskey ’Til the dark feels mine [Verse 2] Wind clocks midnight Shakes that busted tin Truck’s got a bullet hole Where my heart gave in Photo in the ashtray Face burned half away I kiss what’s left of her Then I look where I pray [Chorus] Pour that graveyard whiskey Let the dead keep time If my sins come looking They can stand in line I made friends with the shadows Out past the tree line sign Pour that graveyard whiskey ’Til the dark feels mine [Bridge] Boot heel tapping on the old pine floor Something breathing just beyond the door I ain’t scared of hell I grew up next door Come on in, take a sip You been here before [Chorus] Pour that graveyard whiskey Let the dead keep time If my sins come looking They can stand in line I made friends with the shadows Out past the tree line sign Pour that graveyard whiskey ’Til the dark feels mine [Outro] Pour that graveyard whiskey Pour that graveyard whiskey Pour that graveyard whiskey ’Til the dark feels mine
Tags
country, Swampy dark country with a crooked shuffle beat, creepy organs, detuned slide guitar, gang hollers, haunting
Duration
3:15
Instrumental
No
Created
1/15/2026