Stone Cold Soul

Verse

Mama never smiled, Daddy never stayed,

I grew up mean under tin roof rain.

No toy guns, just rust and pain,

Learned to live hard, learned to take the blame.

Ain’t no silver spoon, just an iron will,

Worked my bones through the fire until

I made my mark, yeah, I paid that toll,

Ain’t nothin’ soft left in this soul.

Chorus

When I’m gone, don’t cry for me,

Just pour some whiskey by the cypress tree.

Let the gators sing, let the river roll,

That’s the kind of peace that saves a stone cold soul.

Don’t send no preacher, don’t pray no lie,

I’ve had my heaven, now let me die.

Just light that fire, let it take control,

And celebrate the man who turned to stone.

Verse

Built a kingdom outta sweat and scars,

Found a woman who could match my dark.

She stayed through storms, through smoke and sin,

But even love can’t drown what’s deep within.

I see the faces, the suits, the lies,

They toast my name but I see their eyes.

They want the gold, but they’ll never see,

The boy that died inside of me.

Chorus

When I’m gone, don’t cry for me,

Just pour some whiskey by the cypress tree.

Let the gators sing, let the river roll,

That’s the kind of peace that saves a stone cold soul.

Don’t send no preacher, don’t pray no lie,

I’ve had my heaven, now let me die.

Just light that fire, let it take control,

And celebrate the man who turned to stone.

Verse

One of these nights I’ll slip away,

No note, no sound, no debts to pay.

I’ll trade my boots for a boat and knife,

And fade from the noise of this goddamn life.

Find peace with the snakes and the crocs down south,

They don’t judge what comes from a broken mouth.

Their eyes are cold, but they tell no lies,

That’s more truth than I’ve seen in a thousand eyes.

Bridge

Let the moon be my tombstone light,

Let the swamp wind howl me through the night.

Ain’t no church bell gonna mark my end,

Just a ripple on the water and a ghost for a friend.

Chorus

When I’m gone, don’t cry for me,

Just pour some whiskey by the cypress tree.

Let the gators sing, let the river roll,

That’s the kind of peace that saves a stone cold soul.

Don’t send no preacher, don’t pray no lie,

I’ve had my heaven, now let me die.

Just light that fire, let it take control,

And celebrate the man who turned to stone.

Outro

Yeah, raise your glass, let the silence grow,

‘Cause I found peace where the wild things go.

No tears, no chains, no telephone—

Just a stone cold man where the river flows.