Lyrics
The bass hums low beneath my lies
Like thunder under whiskey skies
Each note a ghost, each chord a sin
The kind that crawls beneath the skin
Her name still lives in every sound
It shakes the walls, it shakes the ground
I play to keep my heart in place
But the devil hums along the bass
Low strings and sins, they never fade
Every saint was self-made
The bass remembers what I've done
Each note's a bullet from my gun
No choir here, no holy sign
Just smoke and bourbon keeping time
The strings moan deep, the lights grow dim
And I confess my blues to him
The bass still hums as the bottle drains
Each drop repeating her old name
Low strings and sins - my only prayer
I'm halfway gone, but I don't care