Chains of Her Fire

I met her on a back road, moonlight shining red,

Boots on the dashboard, whispering inside my head,

Said she’d give me freedom but my soul was the price,

Tasted like bourbon but her kiss was made of vice,

Every night I fight but she’s got me by the chain,

Smiling through the thunder, dancing in my pain,

I can hear the devil laughing every time I breathe,

This demon woman owns me and she’ll never let me leave.

She walks through the fire with a halo made of sin,

Eyes like loaded pistols daring me to step in,

Her voice is like a shotgun echoing through my chest,

Tells me I’m the chosen, tells me I’ll never rest,

Whiskey on my lips but her poison runs deep,

Every promise that she whispers robs the little sleep I keep,

And when I try to pray, her laughter fills the sky,

She says “baby don’t you fight me, you were born to ride or die.”

Out in the country where the gravel eats the rain,

I rev my old Ford truck just to try and kill the pain,

But she’s sitting right beside me, smirking with control,

Her hand upon the wheel while her claws grip my soul,

I slam on the brakes but she pushes down the gas,

Every mile I run away she drags me to the past,

She tells me I’m her outlaw and she’ll brand me with her mark,

And the night don’t need no stars when she’s glowing in the dark.

I spit a country verse then I’m rapping out the curse,

This demon in my veins makes the good turn worse,

I tried to tell the preacher but he said my fight was gone,

Told me even holy water couldn’t drown her song,

So I keep on screaming on a mic that bleeds,

Country boy roots mixed with hip-hop needs,

I’m shackled to the rhythm of her shadow’s command,

And my freedom slips away like dust in her hand.

Still I wonder if I love her or if fear’s what I feel,

Is it passion or possession that keeps turning the wheel?

Her kiss tastes like heaven but her grip’s like hell,

I’m a rider on this highway under her spell,

She’s the queen of the night with a crown of flames,

Whispering my sins while she calls my name,

And if I die tomorrow I already know the truth,

That demon woman carved her brand into my youth.

So I drink another bottle, stare straight at the sky,

Ask God if He’s listening or if He passed me by,

I’m torn between the country where my heart was raised,

And the rap of her heartbeat that keeps me dazed,

I’m a sinner and a fighter, but I can’t break free,

This demon woman’s chains are the death of me,

But I’ll ride till the end with her fire in my lungs,

A country boy cursed where the devil’s song is sung.