Backcountry Whiskey ​Backcountry Whiskey

​(Verse 1) Sun-bleached bones and a rusted-out Ford, Two-lane blacktop, a preacher's last word. Empty pockets and a heart full of ghosts, Chasin' shadows down forgotten coasts. The engine coughs, a tired old man, Through the canyon, with a can in my hand. Just the sound of the tires on the gravel road, Carryin' more than this old truck can hold. ​(Chorus) Backcountry whiskey, a fire in the throat, A cheap cigar and a worn-out coat. Tastes like trouble and a promise kept, Every lie I've told and every tear I've wept. It's the lonely echo of a shotgun blast, A memory that's built to last. It's dust and distillate, a bitter sting, The only hymn this hollow man can sing. ​(Verse 2) The moon hangs low, a sliver of light, Breakin' through the darkness of the night. The headlights cut through the ancient pines, Readin' the stories in the faded signs. There's a woman's face in the bottle's gleam, A broken promise, a long-lost dream. She's gone now, just a name on a stone, Leavin' me here to drive this road alone. ​(Bridge) No use prayin', no need to change the map, Just another night caught in the same old trap. The Devil deals the cards and the highway takes its toll, Trading pieces of my body for what's left of my soul. I'm a rambling wreck on a one-way track, There's no forward gear and there ain't no turning back. ​(Chorus) Backcountry whiskey, a fire in the throat, A cheap cigar and a worn-out coat. Tastes like trouble and a promise kept, Every lie I've told and every tear I've wept. It's the lonely echo of a shotgun blast, A memory that's built to last. It's dust and distillate, a bitter sting, The only hymn this hollow man can sing.