Let the Devil In
v4
@Foghorn
Let the Devil In
v4
@Foghorn
Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
Left the screen door cracked at midnight
Coffee cup cold on the rail
Ashtray full of half-true stories
Bible facedown
Bent like a nail
[Chorus]
So come on in
See what I been hiding
Every stain I scrubbed into my skin
Pulled up a chair for the sorrow I’m siding
Guess I made it easy
To let the devil in
[Verse 2]
Boot prints burned in the kitchen linoleum
From all the times I swore I’d change
Mama’s cross hangs crooked on the window
Watchin’ me circle the same old shame
[Chorus]
So come on in
See what I been hiding
Every stain I scrubbed into my skin
Pulled up a chair for the sorrow I’m siding
Guess I made it easy
To let the devil in
[Bridge]
He don’t knock
He hums my secrets
Knows the way my throat goes tight (oh)
He just says my name so quiet
And every locked door turns to light
[Chorus]
So come on in
See what I been hiding
Every stain I scrubbed into my skin
Poured one more glass for the hurt I’m abiding
Guess I made it easy
To let the devil in
[Outro]
Now he’s rocking in Pa’s old rocker
Grinning where my hope had been
I bar the door from the wrong side
And beg him
Under my breath
To never leave again
Left the screen door cracked at midnight
Coffee cup cold on the rail
Ashtray full of half-true stories
Bible facedown
Bent like a nail
[Chorus]
So come on in
See what I been hiding
Every stain I scrubbed into my skin
Pulled up a chair for the sorrow I’m siding
Guess I made it easy
To let the devil in
[Verse 2]
Boot prints burned in the kitchen linoleum
From all the times I swore I’d change
Mama’s cross hangs crooked on the window
Watchin’ me circle the same old shame
[Chorus]
So come on in
See what I been hiding
Every stain I scrubbed into my skin
Pulled up a chair for the sorrow I’m siding
Guess I made it easy
To let the devil in
[Bridge]
He don’t knock
He hums my secrets
Knows the way my throat goes tight (oh)
He just says my name so quiet
And every locked door turns to light
[Chorus]
So come on in
See what I been hiding
Every stain I scrubbed into my skin
Poured one more glass for the hurt I’m abiding
Guess I made it easy
To let the devil in
[Outro]
Now he’s rocking in Pa’s old rocker
Grinning where my hope had been
I bar the door from the wrong side
And beg him
Under my breath
To never leave again
A zene stílusa
rock, Sparse Appalachian folk-blues with male countertenor vocals, slow-burn tempo. Fingerpicked resonator guitar and bowed upright bass, occasional brushed snare and foot-stomp. Verses stay intimate and raw on the edge of falsetto; chorus swells with strained high notes and tight two-part harmonies. Subtle church-organ pad in the bridge for haunted gospel tension, then everything drops to a near-whisper for the final line., folk, country, sad, appalachian folk, raw, slow, blues, deep
