Black dirt Halo

[Intro] I don’t wear gold, I wear mud and rot With a .30-30 scope and a soul gone hot My halo black, full of sin and smoke And a name in the hills that they don’t provoke [Verse 1] Got a prayer in my pocket and a slug in the pipe Grew up cookin’ hell by the pale moonlight They say angels fly, but mine drag chains And they whisper to me when it start to rain I got a six-shot choir that sing on cue When the twitch hit right and the veins turn blue Ain’t no blessin’ in a man like me Just a backwoods dog off the holy leash I baptize steel in a sinner’s b***d Then plant his boots in the red clay mud This the gospel of the crooked and cruel Where the weak get fed to the pinewood rule [chorus] Got a black dirt halo, wear it proud Raised by the howls when the woods get loud I ain’t holy, I’m just real damn mean With a preacher’s aim and a meth-head lean [Verse 2] I don’t pray for peace, I pray for a drought So the cops can’t follow when I drag ‘em out That mud stick deep in the soul I tote And my name get carved in the throats I coat Got kinfolk buried with they boots still on And a song in the wind sayin’ “carry on” So I cook, I count, and I clean my steel With a twitch in my neck and a need to k**l This that outlaw church with no stained glass Just a barrel flash and a burlap mask You come for grace, you gon’ meet the vice Where the sinners preach and the d**d roll dice [chorus] Got a black dirt halo, wear it proud Raised by the howls when the woods get loud I ain’t holy, I’m just real damn mean With a preacher’s aim and a meth-head lean [Verse 3] I dug my crown from the roots and bones Where the owls don’t hoot and the moss just groans I don’t ride for God, I ride for wrath On a bloodstained trail through a pinewood path My face stay hidden but my legend show Like a ghost in the still where the lost don’t go And my whispers carry like a shotgun blast When I lay down truth with a bloodstained past Ain’t no savin’ a soul gone black So I wear my dirt like a shroud on track This halo tilt, this heart don’t slow Just twitchin’ deeper where the dark winds blow [chorus] Got a black dirt halo, wear it proud Raised by the howls when the woods get loud I ain’t holy, I’m just real damn mean With a preacher’s aim and a meth-head lean [Outro] And when I’m gone, don’t mark no stone Just toss my name where the creek don’t m**n Let the woods remember how I rode that flame With a black dirt halo and a godless name [Outro] So raise that glass, let the pine smoke rise For the ghost with the twitch and the deadman eyes I ain’t never been clean, but I sure ran cold With a crown of dirt and a grip on gold