Take It to the Grave - Warren Zeiders

Whiskey's gonna wash my sins away

Devil's got that barbed wire on my soul

If the good die young like they all say

The way I'm riding gets some dying old

Finger on the trigger, I'm a loaded gun

Foot on the middle, I'm a rolling one

When I'm gone, ride it on my stones

Take my fire, take my living

Step and roll down, better take me out winning

Took it to the church, took it to the river

But the river said, "Ain't no saving that sinner"

Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell knows

All the hell I paid

Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell knows

All the hell I've raised, I'ma take it to the grave

Dirt, the blood, the scars along my hands

Red letters, they keep rattling my bones

Bad habits ain't gonna have to miss me

They're gonna be there when I'm six deep

Take my fire, take my living

Step and roll down, better take me out winning

Took it to the church, took it to the river

But the river said, "Ain't no saving that sinner"

Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell knows

All the hell I paid

Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell knows

All the hell I've raised, I'ma take it to the grave

Bad habits ain't gonna have to miss me

'Cause I'll be taking them with me

Take my fire, take my living

Step and roll down, better take me out winning

Took it to the church, took it to the river

But the river said, "Ain't no saving that sinner"

Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell knows

All the hell I paid

Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell knows

All the hell I've raised, I'ma take it to the grave

All the hell I've raised, I'ma take it to the grave

All the hell I've raised, I'ma take it to the grave