DEVILS FIDDLE

Been runnen from the bottle Can't drown the pain Every sip of that whiskey Just feeds the flame Rowdy women in the shadows They callen my name But love's a fight I lost Left me broken and shamed So I'm headed to the hills Where the shadows grow tall Going Down, Down, Down, Down To Piney mountains Where a man can feel small Facen my demons In the cold mountain air A fightin' soul's redemption Where the Devil don't care Knuckles bloodied from the Bar room brawls Haunted faces in the mirror call Life's a Grindstone and it's worn me thin But the dark hills whisper Start again The night is cold And the moon hangs low Stars like bullets pierce my soul Trees bend and creak Like they know my sins But the mountain's quiet Voice lets the healing begin So I'm headed to the hills Where the shadows grow tall Going Down, Down, Down, Down To Piney mountains Where a man can feel small Facen my demons In the cold mountain air A fightin' soul's redemption Where the Devil don't care The devil's fiddle cuts The silence like a blade Its screeching strings call The damned to the glade Low and growlin Like a wolf in the night Then it screams like the wind In a wicked fight It wails like a widow Mournin her dead Sounds something like this Going Down Down Down Down Where the ground holds The weight of my sins and mistrust Rowdy women hard liquor And the demons I've known Fade away in Piney mountains A place I call home