Devil in a bottle
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- folk
- singer-songwriter
- contemporary folk
- indie folk
- celtic folk
- neo-medieval folk
- americana
- roots
- folk metal
- filk
- neofolk
- live
- rhythmic
Lyrics
Verse 1
I woke up this mornin', with the dawnin' light
My head was poundin' like a drum, my mouth felt like the night
I reached for my boots, and my trusty old friend
A bottle of whiskey, to help me pretend
Chorus
Oh, the devil's in the bottle, and he's callin' me by name
With a false idol, and a serpent's reign
He's promisin' me solace, and a temporary reprieve
But I know I'll be payin', when the mornin' comes to leave
Verse 2
I've been down to the crossroads, where the shadows play
I've made my deal with the darkness, and I'm payin' every day
I've got a cravin' in my soul, that I just can't define
And the only thing that soothes it, is the burn of the whiskey's fire
Chorus
Oh, the devil's in the bottle, and he's callin' me by name
With a false idol, and a serpent's reign
He's promisin' me solace, and a temporary reprieve
But I know I'll be payin', when the mornin' comes to leave
Bridge
Maybe someday I'll be free, from this curse that I've made
Maybe someday I'll find my way, out of this whiskey-soaked shade
But till then, I'll just strum this song
And hope that someday, I'll be strong
Chorus
Oh, the devil's in the bottle, and he's callin' me by name
With a false idol, and a serpent's reign
He's promisin' me solace, and a temporary reprieve
But I know I'll be payin', when the mornin' comes to leave
Verse 3
The barroom's gettin' quiet, last call's ringin' near
Empty bottles litter stories, and regrets that reappear
I chase the bitter taste with a memory I can't shake
Between the beer and liquor, I’m wrestlin’ with my fate
Chorus
Oh, the devil’s in the bottle, and he’s callin’ me by name
With a false idol, and a serpent’s reign
He’s promisin’ me solace, and a temporary reprieve
But I know I’ll be payin’, when the mornin’ comes to leave
Verse 4
There's a shadow on my table, and a sigh in my cup
Old scars and new troubles, I keep fillin' them up
A tune on the fiddle, and a heart worn thin
Another pour for sorrow, let the reckoning begin
Chorus
Oh, the devil's in the bottle, and he's callin' me by name
With a false idol, and a serpent's reign
He's promisin' me solace, and a temporary reprieve
But I know I'll be payin', when the mornin' comes to leave
Outro
Through the haze and the heartbreak, the night starts to fade
If I ever find freedom, it'll be hard-won and paid
Till the dawn finds my window, I'll tip one more glass
Singin' songs for the lost, as the lonely hours pass
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