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Veröffentlicht 11 Tage vor im Country, in album: Backroad Diaries
Ridin’ With The Devil
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This song is a gritty chase narrative where the Devil becomes a metaphor for guilt, addiction, or past sins that refuse to let go. No matter how fast the narrator runs or what he rides, it captures the brutal truth that some demons don’t pursue you—they ride with you.
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Song Lyrics
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(Strophe)
Boots in the mud, smoke in my chest.
Been runnin' from hell, can't get no rest.
Devil's laugh cuts through the rain.
Guess I'll never wash off that stain.
Ran on foot 'til my soles gave out.
He's still there, without a doubt.
Ain't no preacher, ain't no Prayer.
Gonna save my sorry ass out there.
(Refrain)
Can't shake that devil off my back.
I ride fast, he's on my track.
Burned through faith, burned through gas.
Still see his grin in the chrome and glass.
You can run, you can fight.
But the fucker don't fade in the night.
Can't shake that devil off my back.
He's ridin' shotgun, laughin' black.
(Strophe)
Took a horse, rode hard, rode mean.
Still felt fire behind the scene.
Switched to steel, Harley's roar.
But sin don't die, it just wants more.
Whiskey eyes, ghosts in tow.
Ain't no place left I can go.
Every mile's just fuel for pain.
The Devil wants what's in my veins.
(Refrain)
Can't shake that devil off my back.
I ride fast, he's on my track.
Burned through faith, burned through gas.
Still see his grin in the chrome and glass.
You can run, you can fight.
But the fucker don't fade in the night.
Can't shake that devil off my back.
He's ridin' shotgun, laughin' black.
Boots in the mud, smoke in my chest.
Been runnin' from hell, can't get no rest.
Devil's laugh cuts through the rain.
Guess I'll never wash off that stain.
Ran on foot 'til my soles gave out.
He's still there, without a doubt.
Ain't no preacher, ain't no Prayer.
Gonna save my sorry ass out there.
(Refrain)
Can't shake that devil off my back.
I ride fast, he's on my track.
Burned through faith, burned through gas.
Still see his grin in the chrome and glass.
You can run, you can fight.
But the fucker don't fade in the night.
Can't shake that devil off my back.
He's ridin' shotgun, laughin' black.
(Strophe)
Took a horse, rode hard, rode mean.
Still felt fire behind the scene.
Switched to steel, Harley's roar.
But sin don't die, it just wants more.
Whiskey eyes, ghosts in tow.
Ain't no place left I can go.
Every mile's just fuel for pain.
The Devil wants what's in my veins.
(Refrain)
Can't shake that devil off my back.
I ride fast, he's on my track.
Burned through faith, burned through gas.
Still see his grin in the chrome and glass.
You can run, you can fight.
But the fucker don't fade in the night.
Can't shake that devil off my back.
He's ridin' shotgun, laughin' black.