01 - A bottle of whisky and a broken guitar (Live)

blues rock, delta blues, southern gothic blues

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*Sold It for the Bottle*

[Intro]
[Tags: sparse, fingerpicked resonator, porch stomp, dry vocal, intimate]
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I met him where the gravel turns to dust
Black coat, no face, just a voice I could trust

[Verse 1]
[Tags: fingerpicked blues, baritone vocal, close mic, raw texture]
He said, “Boy, what you carry ain’t worth the pain”
I said, “All I got left is this old chain”
Broken guitar with a neck half split
And a thirst so deep I could drown in it

He laughed real low, like a coffin creak
Said, “I got what you want, but the price ain’t cheap”
Pulled out a bottle, gold like sin
Said, “Take one drink… and I’ll take what’s within”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Tags: tension build, subtle bass creep, foot stomp intensifies]
My hands were shaking, but I took that deal
Didn’t read the lines I was meant to feel
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[Chorus]
[Tags: overdriven slide guitar, full band, gang shouts, blues rock lift]
I sold my soul to the man in black
For a bottle of whiskey (and a broken guitar)
Yeah, I drank that fire, (never got it back)
Now I’m singing these scars (like a fallen star)

Hey! — (Hey!)
You can hear me cry in the midnight bar
I sold my soul to the man in black
For a bottle of whiskey and a broken guitar

[Verse 2]
[Tags: return to stripped groove, resonator, stomp, gritty vocal]
Now the strings won’t tune and the notes don’t bend
Every chord I play just cuts me again
Crowd don’t clap, they just stare right through
Like they know what I lost… but I never knew

That bottle’s empty but it still burns slow
Like a ghost in my chest that won’t let go
And the man comes back when the lights go dim
Just to smile and remind me I belong to him

[Pre-Chorus]
[Tags: tension, bass pulse, darker tone]
I hear that whisper every time I play
“You gave it up… and you can’t repay”
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...

[Chorus]
[Tags: full band, slide screams, gang shouts, heavier grit]
I sold my soul (to the man in black)
For a bottle of whiskey (and a broken guitar)
Yeah, I drank that fire, (never got it back)
Now I’m singing these scars (like a fallen star)

Hey! — (Hey!)
You can hear me cry in the midnight bar
(I sold my soul to the man in black)
For a bottle of whiskey and a broken guitar

[Bridge]
[Tags: organ pad, tambourine, eerie, slow swing, haunting]
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There’s a hymn in the wind but it don’t sound right
Like a preacher got lost in the dead of night
Every step I take, feel the dirt pull down
Like the deal I made still owns this town

Tambourine shaking like a warning bell
And the organ breathes like the gates of hell
I tried to run but the road bent back
Every path I take leads to the man in black

[Breakdown]
[Tags: drop to voice + guitar, raw, exposed, no rhythm section]
...
Just me…
And these strings that don’t forgive

[Final Chorus]
[Tags: explosive return, biggest energy, slide lead, gang shouts]
I sold my soul (to the man in black)
For a bottle of whiskey (and a broken guitar)
Yeah, I drank that fire, (never got it back)
Now I’m singing these scars (like a fallen star)

Hey! — (Hey!)
You can hear me cry in the midnight bar
(I sold my soul to the man in black)
For a bottle of whiskey and a broken guitar

[Outro]
[Tags: strip back to solo resonator, no stomp, dead quiet room]
...
He’s still waiting… where the gravel turns to dust

[End]

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*Sold It for the Bottle* [Intro] [Tags: sparse, fingerpicked resonator, porch stomp, dry vocal, intimate] ... ... I met him where the gravel turns to dust Black coat, no face, just a voice I could trust [Verse 1] [Tags: fingerpicked blues, baritone vocal, close mic, raw texture] He said, “Boy, what you carry ain’t worth the pain” I said, “All I got left is this old chain” Broken guitar with a neck half split And a thirst so deep I could drown in it He laughed real low, like a coffin creak Said, “I got what you want, but the price ain’t cheap” Pulled out a bottle, gold like sin Said, “Take one drink… and I’ll take what’s within” [Pre-Chorus] [Tags: tension build, subtle bass creep, foot stomp intensifies] My hands were shaking, but I took that deal Didn’t read the lines I was meant to feel ... ... [Chorus] [Tags: overdriven slide guitar, full band, gang shouts, blues rock lift] I sold my soul to the man in black For a bottle of whiskey (and a broken guitar) Yeah, I drank that fire, (never got it back) Now I’m singing these scars (like a fallen star) Hey! — (Hey!) You can hear me cry in the midnight bar I sold my soul to the man in black For a bottle of whiskey and a broken guitar [Verse 2] [Tags: return to stripped groove, resonator, stomp, gritty vocal] Now the strings won’t tune and the notes don’t bend Every chord I play just cuts me again Crowd don’t clap, they just stare right through Like they know what I lost… but I never knew That bottle’s empty but it still burns slow Like a ghost in my chest that won’t let go And the man comes back when the lights go dim Just to smile and remind me I belong to him [Pre-Chorus] [Tags: tension, bass pulse, darker tone] I hear that whisper every time I play “You gave it up… and you can’t repay” ... ... [Chorus] [Tags: full band, slide screams, gang shouts, heavier grit] I sold my soul (to the man in black) For a bottle of whiskey (and a broken guitar) Yeah, I drank that fire, (never got it back) Now I’m singing these scars (like a fallen star) Hey! — (Hey!) You can hear me cry in the midnight bar (I sold my soul to the man in black) For a bottle of whiskey and a broken guitar [Bridge] [Tags: organ pad, tambourine, eerie, slow swing, haunting] ... There’s a hymn in the wind but it don’t sound right Like a preacher got lost in the dead of night Every step I take, feel the dirt pull down Like the deal I made still owns this town Tambourine shaking like a warning bell And the organ breathes like the gates of hell I tried to run but the road bent back Every path I take leads to the man in black [Breakdown] [Tags: drop to voice + guitar, raw, exposed, no rhythm section] ... Just me… And these strings that don’t forgive [Final Chorus] [Tags: explosive return, biggest energy, slide lead, gang shouts] I sold my soul (to the man in black) For a bottle of whiskey (and a broken guitar) Yeah, I drank that fire, (never got it back) Now I’m singing these scars (like a fallen star) Hey! — (Hey!) You can hear me cry in the midnight bar (I sold my soul to the man in black) For a bottle of whiskey and a broken guitar [Outro] [Tags: strip back to solo resonator, no stomp, dead quiet room] ... He’s still waiting… where the gravel turns to dust [End]

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