I’ve been on dark,dusty roads I shouldn’t have been,Trading sunlight for shadows, swapping truth for sin,gambled my soul on a whiskey-stained grin,Chased a thrill found the edge,let the fire begin.had a couple of women on the path I chose,Soft hands sweet words hearts I never could hold.They’d light up the night then fade with the dawn Like whispers of a melody I never wrote down.Their perfume lingered but their footsteps strayed guess they saw the road and not the man they’d stay.A bottle a barstool the nights alone.
Choices I made.roads I roamed,
Chasing shadows where love won’t grow.
whiskey became my home.
The bottle was honest never did lie never promised forever.just a slow goodbye.
The women they’d smile but I’d see in their eyes
They knew the fire in me burned more than ties.
So I raise my glass a toast to the past a rebel’s heart beats fast but it don’t ever last.
I hear the echoes of voices that called me to stay
But the outlaw in my soul always drove me away.
Every glass i tipped was a shot at my past
A rebel’s prayer in a room of cracked glass.
The crossroads whispered my name
I answered never the same.
Drank holy-water with the devil called him by his first name We laughed like old friends but I knew it was a game now I’m running from the echoes of my own damn fight,I’ve worn boots too heavy for the path I chose Walked past mercy where the briar grows.
The stars up above they don’t shine they just stare Like they’re asking if I ever even cared.
The weight of regret it don’t fade Just a debt that can’t be paid,had a couple of women on the path I chose Stop by my fire but the wind still blows.
They’d warm their hands then move along
guess I never sang the kind of staying song,
The bottle kept me company a cold clear muse
It whispered my name when they refused where the wild wind howls,Choices carved in stone roads I roamed their eyes were fire there touchs soft But I was too far gone too damn lost.
They'd say, "You can't love me not this way,
packed their bags before the break of day,
I'd pour a shot watch taillights fade
Thinking bout the bed I made,
The glass ain’t loyal but it’s always there
Filling the silence choking the air,
Drank holy-water with the devil we were on first name basis He smiled like a preacher-man but dealt in flame Every choice I made was a stone on a long crooked trail,a dark tail of whiskey women and the choices I made
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