[Verse] Steppin’ out in the dead of night, A six-string and a borrowed light, My shadow’s longer than my shoes, But I ain’t got no time to lose. [Pre-Chorus] Whiskey whispers through my veins, Maskin’ all my hidden pains, But when that spotlight cuts me loose— I’m the answer, gotta let loose. [Chorus] Got that fire, borrowed flame, Playin’ hard, no shame, no blame, Walkin’ tall on this shaky stage, I’m the wild card, the streetwise sage. Got that fire, borrowed flame, Singin’ loud, ain’t playin' no game, Heart on sleeve, grit in my blood— This bluesman’s rise from the mud. [Verse] Voice cracked like an old tin can, But it’s the only weapon I command, Dust and dreams in every line, Got a story that’s all mine. [Pre-Chorus] These borrowed wings start to fly, Cuttin’ loose beneath the sky, And when the crowd begins to sway— I own the night, come what may. [Chorus] Got that fire, borrowed flame, Playin’ hard, no shame, no blame, Walkin’ tall on this shaky stage, I’m the wild card, the streetwise sage. Got that fire, borrowed flame, Singin’ loud, ain’t playin' no game, Heart on sleeve, grit in my blood— This bluesman’s rise from the mud. [Bridge] No silver spoon or velvet bed, Just grit and ghosts inside my head, But when that spotlight calls my name— I’m burnin’ bright in this old flame. [Chorus] Got that fire, borrowed flame, Playin’ hard, no shame, no blame, Walkin’ tall on this shaky stage, I’m the wild card, the streetwise sage. Got that fire, borrowed flame, Singin’ loud, ain’t playin' no game, Heart on sleeve, grit in my blood— This bluesman’s rise from the mud. [Outro] Yeah, I’m risin’ from the mud... This bluesman’s burnin’ in the blood.