Bloodied in the Backroads

I've been driving through the midnight

With a white knuckle prayer

Dust on the dashboard

Whiskey in the air

This old heart's been busted

But it's still beating right

Like a train through the darkness

And a curse in a crowd

Let it in the backroads

Bent, but I won't fold

Carried in a hard luck story

And a broke down soul

If the devil wants my name

He can come and take a bite

I'm a rough cut lover

In the ruin of the night

Mama said, son

Don't let sorrow learn your face

But every scar that I wear

Found me in this place

I've been bruised by the weather

I've been cut by the sun

Still I rise from the ashes

When the long day's done

I'm bloodied in the backroads

But I won't fold

Carrying a hard luck story

And a broke down soul

If the devil wants my name

He can come and take a bite

I'm a rough cut lover

In the ruin of the night

Let the organ cry

Let the sly guitar burn

Let the horns hit hard

When the tables turn

I got pain in my pocket

And a storm in my veins

But I wear my old scars

Like a set of chains

I'm blooded in my backroads

Bent, but I won't fold

Carrying a hard luck story

And a broke down soul

If the devil wants my name

He can come and take a bite

I'm a rough cut lover

In the ruin of the night

Yeah, I'm a rough cut lover

In the ruin of the night