Verse 1
I was born where the road don’t promise much,
Tin roof gospel and a cold steel crutch.
The men chased women and the women chased a bottle.
Raised by sirens and the county song.
Last name cursed before I learned to pray,
Bottle for a rattle, learned sin my way.
They said, “Son, you’ll die like the rest,”
Born a Miller—born a mess.
Chorus
Born a Miller, raised outlaw,
Trailer-park blood, learned to crawl in a brawl.
Meth smoke nights, Bible dust days,
Blamed the world while I walked in flames.
Wore my pain like a badge of pride,
Called it fate so I wouldn’t try.
Every road I ran led straight to hell,
Till Jesus met me in that jail-cell well.
Verse 2
I learned early how to numb the truth,
White lines, brown liquor, nothing to lose.
Left wreckage in my rearview glass,
Every burned bridge said “that’s your past.”
Called myself broken, called myself cursed,
Played the victim just to make it hurt worse.
Told God I’d deal with Him someday,
But someday came when I had nothing to say.
Chorus
Born a Miller, raised outlaw,
Hand-me-down sins, same old drawl.
Knuckles split, conscience thin,
Digging holes I’d fall back in.
Said I was doomed by blood and name,
Used my past to dodge the blame.
I was dying slow and proud as hell,
Till Jesus met me in that jail-cell well.
Bridge
He didn’t ask me to clean my hands,
Didn’t flinch when He saw the man.
Just said, “Boy, lay that burden down,
You ain’t your daddy, you ain’t this town.”
In a concrete room, cold and still,
Grace hit harder than any pill.
Breakdown (spoken/sung low)
I ain’t proud of where I’ve been,
But I ain’t ashamed of how He stepped in.
Final Chorus
Born a Miller, but I don’t run now,
Chains fell off when I bent that knee down.
Same blood runs, but my soul’s been changed,
Cross over chaos, mercy over shame.
I still walk roads with dust and scars,
But I don’t answer to the past no more.
The outlaw died, the debt got paid—
I’m free today… in Jesus’ name.
Outro
Yeah, I was born a Miller—
But I was reborn a free man.
Broken2Blessed
