Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Chair scraped stone Smoke hung low Pitch-black cards Red-eyed host He said, “Son this ain’t a fable You’ll burn for good unless you clear my table” [Chorus] I’m at the devil’s table Betting back my name Every scar, every sin stacked into this game If I lose this hand I’m gone forever, I know So I’m shuffling through my memories just to save my soul [Verse 2] Mama’s Bible coffee stains Sunday morning couldn’t clean my veins Crooked deals and motel keys I killed good love choking on my greed [Chorus] I’m at the devil’s table Betting back my name Every scar, every sin stacked into this game If I lose this hand I’m gone forever, I know So I’m shuffling through my memories just to save my soul [Bridge] I see a girl on the courthouse lawn Bare feet, blue dress, then she’s gone (hey) My daddy’s watch, my brother’s gun Every bad thing I ever done I say, “If I win, I walk out clean” He laughs, “Boy, you’ll still be mean” “But I’ll be breathing,” I say slow “That’s all I need to grow” [Chorus] I’m at the devil’s table Betting back my name Every scar, every sin stacked into this game If I lose this hand I’m gone forever, I know So I’m laying down my last regret to try and buy my soul [Outro] One card left cold as bone I lift my eyes He grins like stone “Either way,” he says real low “You’ll leave here with what you chose”
Tags
country, Dusty alt-country with baritone male vocals, twangy Telecaster and lap steel weaving around a slow, swinging groove. Start sparse with kick, upright bass, and brushed snare under a spoken-sing feel; chorus widens with harmonies and overdriven guitar swells. Bridge leans into a darker, reverb-soaked gothic sway before a final, resigned chorus that pulls the band back to a haunted hush., soul
Duration
3:48
Instrumental
No
Created
1/20/2026