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Clock hits five, I’m back on that grind,
boots in the mud and the past on my mind.
Small-town roads where the dust don’t sleep,
carryin’ scars that cut too deep.
Heartbreak heavy like a freight train’s load,
but I’m still pushin’ steel down this endless road.
Whiskey in the bottle keeps the night-time warm,
but the devil in my heart took a different form.
I fell in love with a demon woman,
eyes like fire and her soul was summonin’.
Pulled me under with a midnight kiss,
had me questionin’ heaven, lost in the abyss.
Freedom feels distant when her chains hold tight,
but damn she was beautiful in the pale moonlight.
She whispered sweet lies, said, “Boy, don’t run,”
but every kiss burned hotter than the southern sun.
Chorus
Whiskey and demons, heartbreak and pain,
runnin’ through fire in the pourin’ rain.
Country boy fightin’, but I still fall,
’cause her wicked love got me riskin’ it all.
Country life hard, but it builds strong men,
workin’ two jobs just to break even.
Hands cut open, back sore and torn,
still ridin’ out storms I was raised to endure.
But she came like lightning, shook my ground,
a demon in boots with a haunting sound.
Her love ain’t holy, but it feels so right,
draggin’ me deeper every Saturday night.
Whiskey on the table, Bible on the chair,
I’m torn between freedom and a love unfair.
She laughs at my prayers, says God won’t mind,
but I see the devil dancin’ in her eyes.
I’m chained by desire, but I crave the heat,
her kiss is poison, but damn, it’s sweet.
Lost in the smoke of her wicked flame,
but I can’t walk away, I’m addicted to the pain.
Chorus
Whiskey and demons, heartbreak and pain,
runnin’ through fire in the pourin’ rain.
Country boy fightin’, but I still fall,
’cause her wicked love got me riskin’ it all.
Small-town gossip, they all point and say,
“He’s messin’ with fire, he’ll burn one day.”
But they don’t know the storm I’ve seen,
the weight of heartbreak, the places I’ve been.
Life ain’t easy, it’s a crooked road,
sometimes the devil’s hand is the one you hold.
Freedom’s a dream, but her touch feels real,
and I’m a man of scars that may never heal.
So here I stand with a story untold,
in the country night where the whiskey’s cold.
I’m a workin’ man trapped in a midnight spell,
lovin’ a demon, ridin’ straight to hell.
But through all the pain, I’ll fight and sing,
’cause freedom’s a crown, but she’s still my queen.
Even in the dark, I can’t let go —
her fire’s the only light I know.
Chorus (Final)
Whiskey and demons, heartbreak and pain,
runnin’ through fire in the pourin’ rain.
Country boy fightin’, but I still fall,
’cause her wicked love got me riskin’ it all.
