Whiskey On My Knuckles

Dark outlaw country with a driving mid-tempo stomp, sawing fiddle leads, clacking acoustic guitar, bootheel snare, and a bruised bass line; verse rides lean and tense, pre-chorus opens on rising fiddle figures, chorus hits with gang vowels and hard backbeat, bridge drops to fiddle and voice alone before the final lift, Rough male vocal, double-tracked on hooks, with short delay throws and grit, Wide, punchy, dusty mix, outlaw country, sad

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[Verse 1] I left a dent in the screen door With my fist and your goodbye Mama's Ford still got red clay On the floorboard by my side There's a knife in the glove box And a stain on my jeans I was born with a hard name And it never came clean [Pre-Chorus] That old fiddle starts crying When the county line bends I keep one eye on the mirror And one on where it ends [Chorus] Whiskey on my knuckles Blood on my sleeve You loved me like a promise Then you let it leave Whiskey on my knuckles Tell me what it's worth A hard man goes to heaven With a softer kind of hurt (whiskey on my knuckles) [Verse 2] The deputy knows my truck now And my laugh from the bar He says "Boy, you're a riot" I say "Boy, I got scars" Your ring on the nightstand Your letter in the ash Every word you ever gave me Hits like shattered glass [Pre-Chorus] That old fiddle starts crying When the porch light burns low I keep asking that back road What it knows, what it knows [Chorus] Whiskey on my knuckles Blood on my sleeve You loved me like a promise Then you let it leave Whiskey on my knuckles Tell me what it's worth A hard man goes to heaven With a softer kind of hurt (whiskey on my knuckles) [Bridge] If I come in from the cold one day Don't ask me where I've been I been dragging this old heart Through the same hell again Your name cuts clean as cedar In the middle of my chest I got rage in my ribcage But your ghost won't let me rest [Final Chorus] Whiskey on my knuckles Blood on my sleeve You loved me like a promise Then you let it leave Whiskey on my knuckles Tell me what it's worth A hard man goes to heaven With a softer kind of hurt Whiskey on my knuckles I still feel you first (whiskey on my knuckles)

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