[Verse 1]
A poet was born in the mire and the mud,
Ink in his veins, but his heart spilled blood.
Did shots of whiskey with the devil one night,
Swore he'd never back down from a sinner's fight.
The shadows whispered, the flames burned low,
Every word he wrote was a fist to throw.
[Chorus]
Oh, the whiskey poet, raising Cain,
Wrote his truth in the pouring rain.
Slept with Lilith, held her hand,
Smoked out with lovers who wore another's band.
Rebellion's song in a low, dark key,
A firebrand soul who refused to plea.
[Verse 2]
He walked the line where the righteous won't tread,
A ghost in the dark, with a book and some lead.
His pen was a dagger, his tongue a flame,
He carved out verses that bore no shame.
The lawman's eyes never met his own,
For the outlaw's heart beats in the unknown.
[Prechorus]
Devil's deals and angel's tears,
He wrote his life in shattered years.
[Chorus]
Oh, the whiskey poet, raising Cain,
Wrote his truth in the pouring rain.
Slept with Lilith, held her hand,
Smoked out with lovers who wore another's band.
Rebellion's song in a low, dark key,
A firebrand soul who refused to plea.
[Bridge]
In the cold, black nights, he'd sit alone,
His words the only church he'd known.
Confessions spilled like a broken flask,
Each line a wound, each verse a mask.