A Devil's Bullet [Remastered]

Well, I was raised by a ‘shiner in a God-fearing dry county. and Mean Old Whisky, Lord, fed my family in our time of need. And townspeople knew it, but their lips would never stray. They’d just tip their hats as they turned and walked away. Preacherman said, “Don’t come around here no more! I told you once son, you gotta use that backdoor.” and Revenuers they was hard on our tail. But I have yet to see their bars in their jails. Moonshine liquor’s gonna be the death of me. Just like my momma said it was gonna be. “Jake Leg sickness aint got nothing on you. Bootleg whisky son is a devil’s bullet meant for you.” INSTRUMENTAL BREAK Well I was raised along the path of the straight and narrow. My Father said I’s gonna be the next Clarence Darrow. And then they banned that mighty liquor from this land, and I was charged to bring in every sinner man. A lot of highbinders had their hands in those tills, and they were as guilty Lord as the one’s that built the stills. Blinded by greed ‘cause they knew it wasn’t right, but not a one went down without a dadgum fight. Moonshine liquor’s gonna be the death of me. Just like momma said it was gonna be. “Jake Leg sickness aint got nothing on you. Bootleg whisky son is a devil’s bullet meant for you.” Now I didn’t choose this rocky road that I’m on, But Judgment Day has certainly come along. A barrel pointed square at my very soul, Will this be my time, oh Lord, to go?