Scars and Smoke

Alex Wilson

Americana, heartland rock, blues

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**Pre-Chorus**  
No preacher’s words could save me, no bottle drowns the pain,  
Just me and these old scars, walkin’ through the rain.

**Chorus**  
Scars and smoke, heart carved to stone, that’s all they think I am,  
A rambler’s soul, bound to roam, with a rebel’s give-a-damn.  
But deep beneath this busted shell, a spark still fights to burn,  
Scratchin’ through the gates of hell, for peace I’ll never earn.

**Verse 2**  
Highway’s a lonesome thread, gray as a miner’s grave,  
Each mile a cut that memory’s blade never forgave.  
Burned my bridges, paid in blood, for choices I can’t mend,  
Huntin’ grace in ghost-town dust, where the lost roads end.

**Pre-Chorus**  
No mercy in the mirror, just a boy who learned to fight,  
Carvin’ truth from shattered years, under cold starlight.

**Bridge**  
They say time stitches wounds, but mine still bleed and scream,  
Echoes of a daddy’s fist haunt every damn dream.  
I won’t let the dark win, won’t lay down and die,  
Gonna claw toward that faint light, till I touch the sky.

**Outro**  
*(Slow picking, low E drone)*  
Just a flicker of peace tonight, under this lonesome moon so bright.  
Scars and smoke, it’s all I’ve known,  
Keep walkin’ these roads, till I call ‘em home.

2070/7500

**Verse 1** Sunrise bleeds red over coal-dust hills, another day’s begun, Gravel crunches under boots, chasin’ a merciless sun. Ain’t the life I dreamed, boy, ain’t the hand I aimed to draw, But ghosts of broken yesterdays still claw me raw. **Pre-Chorus** No preacher’s words could save me, no bottle drowns the pain, Just me and these old scars, walkin’ through the rain. **Chorus** Scars and smoke, heart carved to stone, that’s all they think I am, A rambler’s soul, bound to roam, with a rebel’s give-a-damn. But deep beneath this busted shell, a spark still fights to burn, Scratchin’ through the gates of hell, for peace I’ll never earn. **Verse 2** Highway’s a lonesome thread, gray as a miner’s grave, Each mile a cut that memory’s blade never forgave. Burned my bridges, paid in blood, for choices I can’t mend, Huntin’ grace in ghost-town dust, where the lost roads end. **Pre-Chorus** No mercy in the mirror, just a boy who learned to fight, Carvin’ truth from shattered years, under cold starlight. **Chorus** Scars and smoke, heart carved to stone, that’s all they think I am, A rambler’s soul, bound to roam, with a rebel’s give-a-damn. But deep beneath this busted shell, a spark still fights to burn, Scratchin’ through the gates of hell, for peace I’ll never earn. **Bridge** They say time stitches wounds, but mine still bleed and scream, Echoes of a daddy’s fist haunt every damn dream. I won’t let the dark win, won’t lay down and die, Gonna claw toward that faint light, till I touch the sky. **Chorus** Scars and smoke, heart carved to stone, that’s all they think I am, A rambler’s soul, bound to roam, with a rebel’s give-a-damn. But deep beneath this busted shell, a spark still fights to burn, Scratchin’ through the gates of hell, for peace I’ll never earn. **Outro** *(Slow picking, low E drone)* Just a flicker of peace tonight, under this lonesome moon so bright. Scars and smoke, it’s all I’ve known, Keep walkin’ these roads, till I call ‘em home.

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