Preacher’s Heart, Devil’s Wrath

Grimy delta blues trio in a back-room juke joint, male vocals with a torn, weary edge, Distorted slide guitar and thumping, out-of-tune upright bass lock into a dusty shuffle; brushed snare and rim clicks keep it loose and dangerous, Verses stay raw and close-up, chorus explodes with gang shouts and overdriven harmonica fills, Leave grit in the take—finger noise, breath, and broken-amp crackle front and center, delta blues, male vocals

[Verse 1] Got a Bible in my left hand Whiskey in my right Sunday suit smellin' like A long Saturday night These hands been healin' strangers These hands been breakin' bones I bless 'em in the daylight Curse 'em when I'm alone [Chorus] Preacher’s heart But the devil’s wrath Walkin’ that crooked Splintered path One eye on heaven One on the cash Preacher’s heart But the devil’s wrath [Verse 2] I lay hands on the sick ones They fall out on the floor But I keep one eye on that plate When it’s headin' out the door I shout about salvation Sweat drippin' down my chin Then I count the folded paper Like I’m weighin’ every sin [Chorus] [Bridge] Got a cross ‘round my neck Cold metal on my chest But it feels like a shackle Like a brand Like a test If I shout loud enough Can I drown my past? Or am I prayin’ to a God Who knows I’m lyin’ in the back? [Chorus]

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