BOOTLEG SOUL

Intro Never was store-bought. Never will be.

Verse 1 I was raised where the county road Turns from blacktop into stone Where a man learns what he's made of When he's got to stand alone Daddy kept his cash in coffee cans Mama kept the screen door locked I learned more behind that old shed Than I ever learned from God I got scars without a story And stories I won't tell Everything worth keeping Came a little south of legal

Chorus I got a bootleg soul No stamp, no seal Made from bad decisions And whatever wouldn't heal Half smoke, half thunder Too rough to ever sell You won't find another Bootleg soul like this in hell

Verse 2 I loved a woman from Oklahoma She said, "Boy, you could be good" I tried clean shirts and Sunday mornings Longer than I thought I would But peace never fit my shoulders And quiet made me mean So I left before she watched me Turn into what I'd been Now every town sells something To make a man feel whole Me, I never trusted anything That didn't burn going down

Chorus I got a bootleg soul No stamp, no seal Built from busted knuckles And promises made real Half smoke, half thunder Still running off the rails You won't find another Bootleg soul for sale

Bridge They can tax my truck They can take my name They can put another dollar On every damn mistake But the one thing they can't own Is the thing they couldn't tame I got a bootleg soul Still running hot Made from everything This world said I was not No label on the bottle No blessing on the road If you want the real thing— Get yourself a bootleg soul.

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