

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boots on gravel Moon hangin’ low Breath smellin’ cheap wine Heart sayin’ go slow Headlights a halo On that busted-up sign Wind hummin’ trouble I thought the trouble was mine [Chorus] But it wasn’t the devil that put this bottle in my hand Wasn’t some demon that dragged me where I stand You can curse that shadow Blame that midnight man But it wasn’t the devil It was love walkin’ out my hand [Verse 2] He stepped from the shoulder Sharp suit Red grin (hey) Cigarette ember Glowin’ under his chin Said “Boy Don’t accuse me For what you chose to do You drink to forget her You just use my name as an excuse” [Chorus] ‘Cause it wasn’t the devil that put this bottle in my hand Wasn’t some demon that dragged me where I stand You can shout at the darkness Swear you’re under his command But it wasn’t the devil It was love leavin’ your hands [Bridge] He said “She slammed that door You poured that glass You chased that burn You outran your past You blame my fire For this empty heart But I never touched your soul Boy You tore it apart” (oh yeah) [Chorus] So it wasn’t the devil that put this bottle in my hand Wasn’t some demon that broke up this man You can bargain at the crossroads Draw lines in the sand But it wasn’t the devil It was love It was love Slippin’ out my hands
Tags
Raw Chicago-meets-Delta blues band: overdriven slide guitar, walking upright bass, shuffle drums with brushes, and wailing harp fills. Male vocals, rough and intimate, verses low and smoky; chorus opens up with strained, shout-sung lines and gang shouts on key phrases. Brief guitar call-and-response under the bridge, track ending on a held vocal over a bent guitar note., delta blues
3:57
No
3/5/2026