Man Who Stopped Giving a Damn

“I buried my mercy. I buried my pride. Now I walk with nothing left to hide.”

I tried the preacher, I tried the law, All I got back was a crooked draw. So I lit my smoke, let the silence stand, Now I play my blues, don’t give a damn.

Blues of a man who stopped givin’ a damn, Ashes in my pocket, blood on my hand. Blues of a man who don’t kneel, don’t pray, I walk my road — and I walk my way.

They said stay down, I stood up tall, They said lose quiet, I broke the wall. Now the night bows down where my boots land, Blues of a man who don’t give a damn.

Blues of a man who stopped givin’ a damn, Ashes in my pocket, blood on my hand. Blues of a man who don’t kneel, don’t pray, I walk my road — and I walk my way.

“No crown, no chain, No saint, no plan. Just smoke and scars… That’s who I am.”

Blues of a man who stopped givin’ a damn, Fire in my chest, whiskey I slam. Blues of a man who don’t bow, don’t break, I walk my truth — whatever it takes.

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