| Song | Denial |
| Artist | The Blessing |
| Album | Prince of the Deep Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I was born on this here guitar road | |
| And though my tuning is far from fine | |
| It’s going to reach your soul | |
| I was born the child of greed and fear and though my | |
| Hands they shake like hell | |
| They are going to serve you swell | |
| Well you tell me I don’t have the answers to the | |
| Questions posed by times gone by | |
| Baby you said you would love me | |
| But you left me alone to cry | |
| And there will be just you and I | |
| And the sun will burn us dead of night | |
| And there’s won’t be any more denial | |
| Come on no | |
| I will die on this here whiskey road | |
| And though my throat is parched and dry | |
| It’s going to sing you home | |
| Watch the world as it runs through your fingers | |
| See the water and the fires they rage | |
| They told us love would free us | |
| But through our passions we are enslaved | |
| There will be just you and I | |
| And the sun will burn us in the dead of night | |
| And there won’t be no denial |
| I was born on this here guitar road | |
| And though my tuning is far from fine | |
| It' s going to reach your soul | |
| I was born the child of greed and fear and though my | |
| Hands they shake like hell | |
| They are going to serve you swell | |
| Well you tell me I don' t have the answers to the | |
| Questions posed by times gone by | |
| Baby you said you would love me | |
| But you left me alone to cry | |
| And there will be just you and I | |
| And the sun will burn us dead of night | |
| And there' s won' t be any more denial | |
| Come on no | |
| I will die on this here whiskey road | |
| And though my throat is parched and dry | |
| It' s going to sing you home | |
| Watch the world as it runs through your fingers | |
| See the water and the fires they rage | |
| They told us love would free us | |
| But through our passions we are enslaved | |
| There will be just you and I | |
| And the sun will burn us in the dead of night | |
| And there won' t be no denial |
| I was born on this here guitar road | |
| And though my tuning is far from fine | |
| It' s going to reach your soul | |
| I was born the child of greed and fear and though my | |
| Hands they shake like hell | |
| They are going to serve you swell | |
| Well you tell me I don' t have the answers to the | |
| Questions posed by times gone by | |
| Baby you said you would love me | |
| But you left me alone to cry | |
| And there will be just you and I | |
| And the sun will burn us dead of night | |
| And there' s won' t be any more denial | |
| Come on no | |
| I will die on this here whiskey road | |
| And though my throat is parched and dry | |
| It' s going to sing you home | |
| Watch the world as it runs through your fingers | |
| See the water and the fires they rage | |
| They told us love would free us | |
| But through our passions we are enslaved | |
| There will be just you and I | |
| And the sun will burn us in the dead of night | |
| And there won' t be no denial |