[Intro] yeah [producer tag female vocal] Black corpse made it right [Verse 1] Aggressive, rhythmic delivery, voice low and menacing] I got the whiskey in the mason, got the blood on the dirt I got a closet full of demons and a tear in my shirt They tried to tell me I was broken, tried to run me out of town Now I’m standing in the holler, burning everything down I got the twelve-gauge loaded, sitting heavy on my lap You cross the county line, boy, you stepping in a trap The crows are circling the steeple, there’s a storm in the sky I look the preacher in the face and watch the holy man lie! [Pre-Chorus] [Voice drops to an eerie, suffocating whisper, accent thick] They say the river washes sins away... But this water’s running black today. [Chorus] [Loud, roaring, raspy vocals] Look at the mud on my boots! Look at the rust on the chain! I’m pulling out the damn roots! I’m standing out in the rain! You want to push me to the edge? You want to see what I do? I’ll turn this whole damn farm into a graveyard for you! Yeah, look at the mud on my boots! Look at the rust on the chain! I found my peace in the violence, I found my home in the pain!] [Verse 2] [Low, slow, storytelling flow] Ain’t no salvation in the bottom of a bourbon glass Ain’t no forgiving when the shadows of the past come fast I drive the Chevy down the backroads with the headlights off I hear the engine start to sputter and the carburetor cough I’m hunting ghosts in the tobacco fields, looking for a fight Ain’t nothing sacred in the holler in the middle of the night They see the smoke coming up, they see the glow in the trees I got the devil and the sheriff both down on their knees.] [Bridge] [Vocalizing, a deep, sorrowful, distorted hum that sounds like a corrupted country wail] Oooooh, Lord have mercy on the wicked... 'Cause I ain't got none left to give [Chorus] Look at the mud on my boots! Look at the rust on the chain! I’m pulling out the damn roots! I’m standing out in the rain! You want to push me to the edge? You want to see what I do? I’ll turn this whole damn farm into a graveyard for you! Yeah, look at the mud on my boots! Look at the rust on the chain! I found my peace in the violence, I found my home in the pain!] [Outro] You better stay off my property. you Hear me
