“Whiskey, Women, and Wounds”

Verse 1
Burnt barns, broken bottles, backroads in my brain,
Whispers of a woman, wearin’ another man’s name.
She was my shelter, my shadow, my song,
Now I’m sittin’ in silence, sayin’ where did I go wrong?

Chorus
Lord, I’m lost in the lightning, lonesome and low,
Wishin’ that wound was a war I’d never know.
He held her heart in the heat of the night,
And I’m haunted by the hurt that don’t heal right.

Verse 2
Tobacco-torn tears, tumble from my tongue,
A melody of misery, in my marrow it’s sung.
She was my comfort, my candle, my creed,
Now another man’s memory is planted like a seed.

Chorus
Lord, I’m lost in the lightning, lonesome and low,
Wishin’ that wound was a war I’d never know.
He held her heart in the heat of the night,
And I’m haunted by the hurt that don’t heal right.

Bridge
Whiskey on the wind, words I can’t rewind,
The faith I fought for, I just can’t find.
I ain’t angry at the man, but I ache at the truth,
That the woman I worshipped walked out of my youth.

Chorus
Lord, I’m lost in the lightning, lonesome and low,
Wishin’ that wound was a war I’d never know.
He held her heart in the heat of the night,
And I’m haunted by the hurt that don’t heal right.

Outro
Broken barns, busted bottles, banjos in the rain,
I’m prayin’ for peace, but I’m livin’ with pain.

Raspy country, blues-rock, folk-blues, and alternative rock blend