Back before the bottle had drowned all of my hope
I didn't know I padded with holes inside my boat
And that all of these generations were walking the same rope
Carrying temptation until our balance broke
Coal miners, moonshiners, military men
Drunk fathers, scared daughters, with bruises on their skin
I am doused in my family's sin
Back before I met you, when death was at my door
I couldn't find no refuge and so I welcomed war
But now at night you hold me in the eye of the storm
As it's plucking out those old trees we are keeping warm
And hoping to be something more than
Coal miners, moonshiners, military men
Drunk fathers, scared daughters, with bruises on their skin
I am doused in my family's
Sins oh and they don't wash away
They're burnt bright baptized in flame
Like peeled paint from acid rain
It still leaves a stain