(Verse 1)
There’s a dead moth floating in the porchlight
Moon hanging low like a noose
Daddy always said God talks through silence
Guess that explains me and you
The river’s chewing on the riverbank again
Slow as a sinner’s drawl
And I’ve been counting every ghost in this county
Like they might finally call
Your name still sounds like thunder
Rolling heavy through my chest
Like a screen door slamming in July heat
Like a prayer that never rests
(Chorus)
So pour me another black water hallelujah
Let the whiskey burn sweet through my veins
I’ve loved like a wildfire in dry country
All teeth and smoke and rain
Baby, my soul’s got gravel in it
My heart beats feral and strange
I was born with one foot in heaven
And the other digging graves
(Verse 2)
Mama wore grief like a white church dress
Pretty enough to hide the stains
And I learned young how to laugh while bleeding
How to dance in hurricane rain
There’s rust creeping up the Chevy door now
Crickets screaming in the ditch
And every small town saint I ever knew
Had a little devil in them stitched
You kiss like bad decisions feel
Warm and reckless and wrong
Like staying out past the county line
With the radio up too strong
(Chorus)
So pour me another black water hallelujah
Let the whiskey burn sweet through my veins
I’ve loved like a wildfire in dry country
All teeth and smoke and rain
Baby, my soul’s got gravel in it
My blood runs gold and strange
I was born with one foot in heaven
And the other digging graves
(Bridge)
Maybe God lives in the broken things
In the backroads and the bars
In the girls with cigarette voices
And boys with busted hearts
Maybe heaven ain’t a place at all
Maybe it’s just one perfect night
Bare feet on cracked concrete
And somebody holding you right
(Final Chorus)
So pour me another black water hallelujah
Let the neon buzz like a hymn
If loving hard’s a mortal sin
I’ll die and do it all again
Cause my soul’s still chasing something
Down roads with no names
One foot in heaven’s garden
And the other digging graves
(Outro)
Dead moth in the porchlight
Moon hanging low
And me—
Still singing to ghosts
Nobody else knows.
