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My brother got it back in '69,
when napalm made the jungle come alive.
His whole body was scarred by flame.
He came back but wasn't the same.
His best friend became a bottle of jack,
as he wished for his old life back.

You can't beat the devil's disease,
unless you hit your knees.
Come now children; pray with me.
Together we can beat the devil's disease.

I once knew a man who lived in wealth.
But it was all to cover his filth.
He had a mistress behind closed doors.
It was her touch he paid for,
Unknown to his children and wife.
He lost his soul but kept his life.

You can't beat the devil's disease,
unless you hit your knees.
Come now children; pray with me.
Together we can beat the devil's disease.

Now I'm an old songwriter.
A broken pet, a dream fighter.
They say morphine keeps me alive.
If this is livin' I'd rather die.
I swear one day I'll pick up the Book,
on that day my life shall be took.

You can't beat the devil's disease,
unless you hit your knees.
Come now children; pray with me.
Together we can beat the devil's disease.

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Here's another darker tune with a hint of hope. I play it on 12 string in the key of Cadd9 for the verse and Em7 for the chorus. Tell me what you think!
#2
I've been experimenting with the idea of doing the lyrics like this (below). I like the idea but I just feel like the new first verse is a little too mainstream country sounding in nature, when I was hoping for more of a folk sound for this song. What do you guys think?

I still remember my first drink,
and wandering what would mama think.
But I still put that bottle to my lips,
tipped it back and enjoyed it.
It's been a good 20 years now,
and I still can't seem to but that bottle down.

She always was my best friend's girl,
until the night I wrecked his world.
I still remember the look in his eyes.
Tried to explain, but lies couldn't hide.
I still call him my best friend,
even though he won't talk to me again.

You can't beat the devil's disease,
unless you hit your knees.
Come now children; pray with me.
Together we'll fight the devil's disease.

My brother got it back in '69,
when napalm made the jungle come alive.
His whole body was scarred by flame.
He came back but wasn't the same.
His best friend became a bottle of jack,
as he wished for his old life back.

I once knew a man who lived in wealth.
But it was all to cover his filth.
He had a mistress behind closed doors.
It was her touch he paid for,
Unknown to his children and wife.
He lost his soul but kept his life.

You can't beat the devil's disease,
unless you hit your knees.
Come now children; pray with me.
Together we'll fight the devil's disease.

Now I'm an just old songwriter.
A broken poet, a dream fighter.
They say morphine keeps me alive.
If this is livin' I'd rather die.
I swear one day I'll pick up the Book,
on that day my life shall be took.

You can't beat the devil's disease,
unless you hit your knees.
Come now children; pray with me.
Together we'll fight the devil's disease.