The Man Who Sold His Shadow

Yeah... I met the night, and she smiled back. Said, “Son, you got the look of a man who don’t crack.”

Lit my smoke off the devil’s grin, Said, “I don’t play to lose, I play to sin.” Silver tongue, blacktop deal, Truth’s a blade and I love the feel.

He said, “Boy, what’s your price for the road?” I said, “Everything that still gets old.”

I’m the man who sold his shadow, For a crown of smoke and steel. I don’t beg, I don’t borrow — I just cash what I can’t feel. Yeah, the man who sold his shadow, Don’t kneel for no one’s prayer. The fire’s in my pocket, And the devil’s in my stare.

I ain’t the hero, I ain’t the saint, I’m the color between sinner and paint. The moon don’t follow me, she hides, 'Cause she’s seen what truth looks like inside.

He said, “Son, you’ll never find peace.” I said, “Good. I ain’t lookin’ for least.”

I’m the man who sold his shadow, For thunder in my bones. Yeah, I turned my fear to gravel, Now I walk this world alone. The man who sold his shadow, Ain’t bound by faith or trust — Just a name carved in lightning, And a legend made of dust.

Every mile, a broken truth, Every scar, a kind of proof. You want heaven? Take a swing. I’ll be the sound that sinners sing.

I’m the man who sold his shadow, And I don’t regret the trade. You can shine your holy daylight — But I made my own shade. Yeah… the man who sold his shadow, Still walks like he ain’t dead. Got a pocket full of thunder, And a storm inside his head.

Yeah… That shadow still walks with me.

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