Mud On His Halo

[Verse 1]
He came in late
Her eyes were red
Shook in my doorway
Wouldn’t say what he said
Purple handprint
On her porcelain neck
My name on her birthstone
His keys on my deck (yeah)
[Chorus]
Ain’t my blood
But she’s my baby
I raised that girl
From diapers to daisies
You put your hands on my whole damn world
You broke what little faith I had
Son
Now there’s mud on his halo
And I’m the dark that blocks his sun
[Verse 2]
Pulled that tarp
Off my old black truck
Headers still angry
Idle mean as hellfire luck
He was smokin’ cheap
By the county road sign
Didn’t even see
My headlights draw the line
[Chorus]
Ain’t my blood
But she’s my baby
I raised that girl
From diapers to daisies
You put your hands on my whole damn world
You broke what little faith I had
Son
Now there’s mud on his halo
And I’m the dark that blocks his sun
[Bridge]
Gravel spittin’ like a sermon (hey)
Pines lean in like a choir
He laughs
“It ain’t that serious”
I kill the engine
Feel that fire
My fist finds his pretty teeth
His back finds the truck bed steel
I ain’t askin’ for forgiveness
Judge can sort out what’s real
[Chorus]
Ain’t my blood
But she’s my baby
I raised that girl
From diapers to daisies
You put your hands on my whole damn world
You broke what little faith I had
Son
Now there’s mud on his halo
And I’m the dark that blocks his sun
[Outro]
Tailgate open
Moon cut thin
One set of footprints
Lead back in
I kiss her forehead
Say
“You’re safe now
Dove”
Might answer for the law one day
But I already answered love

rock, Dark, swampy country-grunge ballad with male vocals; low-tuned baritone over grimy slide guitar, distorted bass, and dusty half-time drums. Verses stay tense and restrained, vocal almost a growl; chorus widens with crunchy power chords, churchy organ pads, and stacked octave harmonies. Bridge drops to sparse guitar and kick thump before slamming back with full-band, feedback-drenched outro., grunge, country