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Lyrics
Verse 1
Swamp fog risin’ off the delta grave
Mama’s cross hangin’ where the wind won’t behave
Saw a man in black with a Bible in flame
Said “you’re born with a curse, boy, not just a name”
Chorus
The devil don’t ride in Fords, he walks
Barefoot through the pines where the cypress talks
You’ll hear him hummin’ in the whippoorwill’s cry
He don’t need no gas when the moon runs high
Verse 2
Barbed wire grin, blood in the moonshine
Sheriff went missin’ back in ‘89
Folks say justice sleeps in the chapel dust
But I saw it grinnin’ in the rearview rust
Bridge
Cain’s mark carved in the courthouse door
Chains in the creek still rattle folklore
If you hear three knocks, don’t open no gate—
That ain’t salvation, that’s a trap in wait
Chorus (repeat)
The devil don’t ride in Fords, he walks
Barefoot through the pines where the cypress talks
You’ll hear him hummin’ in the whippoorwill’s cry
He don’t need no gas when the moon runs high
Outro
So lock your love and bury the key—
Some roads lead home, some just don’t leave
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Details
GeneratedAug 3, 2025
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern gothic outlaw blues with swampy grit and haunted vocals. Think Creekwater Johnny Cas
Credits
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GlitchVector390ModelAria v4
