Born To Raise Hell

When I was born the Devil knew that I was born to raise hell and to sing the blues. That night my Mama died and my Papa left me by the crossroads to die. But through the mud and the blood I was born to raise hell and sing the blues.

Sing the blues, sing the blues, you motherfuckers don’t have a goddamn clue. You gotta live like you got nothing to lose. Walk a mile in my worn out shoes. Through the mud and the blood I was born to raise hell and sing the blues.

Sing those goddamn blues boy, sing them day and night. Sing those goddamn blues boy, you’re never gonna see the light, see the light.

When I was a boy the Lord he said “Don’t you enter my church or I’ll strike you dead.” I just laughed and I howled at the moon, now I run with a pack of wolves. Through the mud and the blood I was born to raise hell and sing the blues.

When Death he came and said, “No one wants you so you gotta stay.” I just laughed and I howled at the moon still running with a pack of wolves. Through the mud and the blood I was born to raise hell and sing the blues.

Devil's Due
Sticking Around