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Devil's Tithe (Dark Blues & Dark Country) - Dark Country Boy
Every win costs part of me
Devil's tithe comes quietly
Count the scars and shut the door
Devil always takes one more
Folded the receipts of every little victory
Smelled like smoke on Sunday
Clothes burned my fingers, kept the glow
I toast the deal, I sign the line
Tell myself it's worth the price
Every smile's a borrowed crown
Hear his footsteps when I sit down
Every win costs part of me
Devil's tithe comes quietly
Count the scars and shut the door
Devil always takes one more
He don't want the useless things
He wants the peace that still can sing
Takes the color from my sleep
Leaves the gold and steals the peace
I stack my trophies on the shelf
They leaned heavy just like guilt
In the quiet after all
I feel his hand inside the door
Every win costs part of me
Devil's tithe comes quietly
Count the scars and shut the door
Devil always takes one more
I try to hide my bitter side
Behind a practiced grin
But every time I win a fight
He's waiting at the end
Just your joy
Just your joy
Just your faith
Just one more joy
Every win costs part of me
Devil's tithe comes quietly
Count the scars and shut the door
Devil always takes one more