Granddad has a bible

And bottle that sit side by side

Preached bout God on Sunday

Then raised hell Friday night

The old man learned early

That pains how you live

Guess that's all he knew

So that's all he could give

I still hear that belt crack

Smell that stale gin

Him saying

"Boy, you ain't worth nothin

You should just give in"

This ain't no family tree

But a curse we all share

Three generations lost

Ain't none of this fair

Whiskey lit the fire, and rage fanned the flame

And every damn time it just ends the same

Swore that I'd never turn into that man

But the bottle don't care nothin' 'bout your plan

I'm sittin' at this bar, starin' down that glass

Dreamin' of drownin' out the past

My hands are shakin'

I can already taste that burn

One more drink and I'll never return

This ain't no family tree

But a curse we all share

Three generations lost

Ain't none of this fair

Whiskey lit the fire, and rage fanned the flame

And every damn time it just ends the same

The old box died

And the room went still

Only noise was me fightin' my own will

I saw my face in the whiskey's sweet shine

Thought damn

I'd finally crossed that line

Sitting there, I just stared for a while

And I swear, man, I saw my dad's smile

This ain't a family tree

It's a curse we've carried too long

Three generations deep

And I just keep singing their song

Whiskey lit the fire, but I'm killin the flame

I'm done playing

The devil's losin' his own damn game