Whiskey & Widow's Blood | Southern Gothic Dark Country Music - Dark Country Boy
Shadows stretch where the lamplight dies
A pistol sings when a promise lies
I made my deal with the devil's bride
I mix whiskey with a widow's blood tonight
It burns sharp but it feels so right
Her curse, my crime
Both black as night
The river moans like a mourning hymn
The gallows wait with a quiet grin
I can't outrun what I've done to them
I mix whiskey with a widow's blood tonight
It burns sharp but it feels so right
Her curse, my crime
Both black as night
Mirror cracks but it shows my face
A man unmade by a fleeting grace
Her ghost won't leave, it knows my name
I mix whiskey with a widow's blood tonight
It burns sharp but it feels so right
Her curse, my crime
Both black as night