A Devil's Bullet (feat. Cole Powell) [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 Preacher man 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 gone be the death of me. Just like momma said it was gonna be "Jake-leg sickness ain't got nothing on you Bootleg whisky, son, is a devil's bullet meant for you" Now, I was raised along the path of the straight and narrow My Father said I's goin' 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, Lawd, 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 gone be the death of me Just like momma said it was gonna be. "Jake-leg sickness ain't 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 The barrel pointed square at my very soul Will this be my time, oh, Lord, to go?