The Bass Remembers

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