Taylor McCall, OurVinyl - Hell's Half Acre (OurVinyl Sessions) Lyrics

HELL’S HALF ACRE
IT’S A DEEP DARK HOLE
CAN’T DO NOTHIN’ TO SAVE MY SOUL
YOU CAN’T BUY FORGIVENESS
FOR WHAT I’VE DONE
ONLY THING LEFT HERE
IS TO RUN RUN RUN

SO I TURN ON THE GAS, STRIKE UP A MATCH,
JUMP IN THE CAR AND DRIVE AWAY FAST
LEAVING NOTHING BUT FIRE ON THE BLACKTOP VOODOO BLUE WHITE SMOKE RISING IN MY REARVIEW GOT THE HOUNDS ON MY HEELS BLOOD IN MY TRACKS AND ONCE YOU GO TO HELL BOY YOU CAN’T COME BACK

HIT LOUISIANA
FOUND AN OLD BAYOU
TOSSED OUT THE HAMMER AND THESE OLD WORK BOOTS
I'M GONNA SHAVE MY FACE
I'M GONNA DITCH MY CAR
I'M GONNA ROLL DOWN MY SLEEVES
COVER UP THESE SCARS

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I STILL HEAR THE SCREAMING
EVERY NIGHT WIDE AWAKE STILL DREAMING BOUT

FIRE ON THE BLACKTOP
VOODOO BLUE
WHITE SMOKE RISING IN MY REARVIEW
GOT THE HOUNDS ON MY HEELS
BLOOD IN MY TRACKS
ONCE YOU GO TO HELL BOY YOU CAN’T COME BACK

GOT GHOST IN MY CLOSET
YOUR SKELETON IN MY HEAD
BOTH WANT TO HAUNT ME
UNTIL I'M DEAD OH BUT I COULD RIDE OUT WEST
HOP AN OLD FREIGHT TRAIN
TO THE END OF THE LINE AND NEVER BE THE SAME

EVERYWHERE I GO ITS THE SAME OLE THING
I SEE THE DEVIL STARING BACK AT ME

HELL’S HALF ACRE
IT’S A DEEP DARK HOLE
CAN’T DO NOTHIN’ TO SAVE MY SOUL
YOU CAN’T BUY FORGIVENESS
FOR WHAT I’VE DONE
ONLY THING LEFT HERE
IS TO RUN RUN RUN

SO I TURN ON THE GAS, STRIKE UP A MATCH,
JUMP IN THE CAR AND DRIVE AWAY FAST
LEAVING NOTHING BUT FIRE ON THE BLACKTOP VOODOO BLUE WHITE SMOKE RISING IN MY REARVIEW GOT THE HOUNDS ON MY HEELS BLOOD IN MY TRACKS AND ONCE YOU GO TO HELL BOY YOU CAN’T COME BACK

HIT LOUISIANA
FOUND AN OLD BAYOU
TOSSED OUT THE HAMMER AND THESE OLD WORK BOOTS
I'M GONNA SHAVE MY FACE
I'M GONNA DITCH MY CAR
I'M GONNA ROLL DOWN MY SLEEVES
COVER UP THESE SCARS

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I STILL HEAR THE SCREAMING
EVERY NIGHT WIDE AWAKE STILL DREAMING BOUT

FIRE ON THE BLACKTOP
VOODOO BLUE
WHITE SMOKE RISING IN MY REARVIEW
GOT THE HOUNDS ON MY HEELS
BLOOD IN MY TRACKS
ONCE YOU GO TO HELL BOY YOU CAN’T COME BACK

GOT GHOST IN MY CLOSET
YOUR SKELETON IN MY HEAD
BOTH WANT TO HAUNT ME
UNTIL I'M DEAD OH BUT I COULD RIDE OUT WEST
HOP AN OLD FREIGHT TRAIN
TO THE END OF THE LINE AND NEVER BE THE SAME

EVERYWHERE I GO ITS THE SAME OLE THING
I SEE THE DEVIL STARING BACK AT ME