Original subtitles

Slow

dirty guitar

crawling through a smoky room.

HARMONICA CRYING LOW

LIKE a midnight train.

Shuffle drums creeping in.

I was born in a back street alley

with the rain beating on my mama's door.

Yeah, the preacher said that girl going

to suffer.

Lord, he never lied before.

Got a man with a whiskey breath

and hands cold as ironing chains.

Every night it brought me sorrow.

Every morning brought me pain.

But deep down in these weary bones,

I hear heaven call my name. I got chains

in the smoke.

Fire in my veins.

Every scar upon this body.

Still remembers all the pain. Yeah. I

crawled through hellfire,

but the devil couldn't hold my soul.

Now I'm standing tall and dangerous

like a storm nobody controls.

Dirty harmonica screaming

over a slow shuffle groove.

ELECTRIC GUITAR answering

like thunder

in a dark bar room.

I poured my tears in whiskey glasses.

Watched them burn beneath neon lights.

All those crooked men kept talking,

but they never broke my fight.

I WORE BRUISES LIKE SILVER JEWELRY,

carried sorrow like a loaded gun.

Still I danced through every heartbreak.

Like a queen who wouldn't run.

Oh, these midnight streets done taught

me

how to bleed and still survive.

I got chains in the smoke.

Fire in my veins.

Every wound became A SERMON.

Every loss became my strength.

Yeah. I walk through dark water

with the blues down in my soul.

Now I sing like judgment thunder

and the whole damn city knows.

Oh Lord,

can you hear this tired woman cry?

I've been BURIED UNDER HARD TIMES. STILL

too mean to die.

Tell that devil he don't own me anymore.

I broke every rusty chain and kicked out

every door.

Blue shuffle drums

crowd. I'm clapping in the distance.

Oh,

I got chains in the smoke,

fire

in my veins.

I got freedom in my shadow

and rebellion in my name. Yeah, THE

LIGHT TRIED HARD TO BREAK ME,

but I made these blues my throne.

NOW I HOWL LIKE WILD THUNDER.

A hard road woman

finally home.

Yeah.

Pour another drink, baby.

This woman's still burning.

Slow dirty guitar.

Crawling through a smoky room.

Slow dough.

Crawling through a smoky room.

Slow dirty guitar.

Crawling through a smoky room.

I'm on a crying low like a midnight

train.

Shuffle drums creeping in.

I was born in a back street alley

with the rain beating on my mama's door.

Yeah, the preacher said that girl going

to suffer.

Lord, he never lied before.

Got a man with whisky breath

and hands cold as I'm changed.

Every night he brought me sorrow.

Every morning brought me pain.

But deep down in these weary bones

I hear heaven call my name.

I got chains in the smoke.

Fire in my veins.

Every scar upon this body.

still remembers all the pain.

Yeah. I crawled through hellfire,

but the devil couldn't hold my soul.

Now I'm standing tall and dangerous

like a stone nobody controls.

Slow dirty guitar crawling.

I came out of Memphis burning

with a storm beneath my skin.

Every man I ever trusted

left me drowning in their sin.

I had bruises on my spirit,

black dust on my high heel shoes.

Spend my young years fighting devils

inside back room. Whiskey blues.

That man love like poison honey.

Sweet enough to pull me near.

Then it break me after midnight.

Leave me crying in cheap beer.

But I ain't no church bell angel.

I got lightning in my soul.

Every scar became my weapon.

Every hard night

made me whole.

I'M A WHISKEY BLOODED WOMAN.

Hard times call my name.

Yeah. I dance inside the fire

while the whole world spits a chain.

I got smoke down in my lungs.

Got the blues inside my bones.

But the devil couldn't chain me. This

wild woman made it home.

EVERY JUKEBOX IN THIS city

knows of sorrow that I sing.

I done slept beside destruction

where heartbreak like a diamond ring.

Old men stare from borrow corners

WHILE I LAUGH THROUGH ALL MY PAIN.

Cuz these tied hands still tremble

but they never wore no chains.

Oh Lord,

can you hear my heavy cry?

I've been beaten by the hard road.

Still too strong to die. I'm a whiskey

blooded woman with rebellion in my

veins.

Every lover tried on me. Every night

brought different pain,

but I how louder than thunder

when that low down train rolls by.

Yeah. This hard road woman still

standing

with blue fire in her eyes.

Tell that devil he can go back

underground. I'm buried all my sorrow in

the dirty blues of town. PREACHER SAID,

"GIRL, YOUR SO too rough to save."

But these rough hands built a kingdom

from the hurt life gave.

Overdriving tube band growling

loose piano

rolling behind the groove.

I'm a whiskey blooded woman born from

smoke in broken dreams.

Every wound became a highway.

Every cry became a scream.

Yeah. The night tried hard to kill me.

But I turn my pain to gold.

Now I reign above this juke joint

like a queen too wild to hold.

Pour that whiskey one more time.

This woman's still burning.

M

I came out of Memphis burning

with a storm beneath my skin.

Every man I ever trusted

left me drowning in their sin.

I came out of Memphis burning

with a storm beneath my skin.

Every man I ever trusted

left me drowning in their sin.

I had bruises on my spirit,

black dust on my high heel shoes.

Spent my young years fighting devils

inside back room. Whisky blues

that made love like poison honey.

Sweet enough to pull me near.

Then it break me after midnight.

Leave me crying in cheap beer,

but I ain't no church bell angel.

I got lightning in my

I was raised down by the river

where hard luck sleeps at night.

Mama prayed above my bedside

while the blues held me tight.

Every man I ever loved

came with whiskey on his breath.

Sweet talk in the moonlight,

cold hands,

smelling like death.

I wore pain like black satin

wrapped around these weary bones.

All them low down alley lovers

left my poor soul all alone.

But these high heels keep on walking

through the mud and broken glass.

EVERY SCAR ACROSS my body,

just another ghost

from the past.

There's a devil in my whiskey.

Underneath my skin

EVERY TIME I TRY to leave him.

Lord, it pulls me back again.

BUT I HOW LOUDER THAN thunder

when those midnight blues begin.

I'm a hard road woman, baby.

Still too wild

to ever been.

That man chained me with his anger

like a dog tied to his pain.

But I broke them rusty shackles

behind a midnight train.

Now the bar lights blow like heaven

ON THESE TIRED rebel eyes.

And the whole damn room goes silent

every time this woman cries.

Oh Lord,

you know this heart been dragged through

hell,

but these bruised hands still keep

fighting. And I wear my sorrow.

THERE'S A DEVIL IN MY WHISKEY.

Smoke

rising from my soul.

Every wound became a sermon.

Every heartbreak took its toll.

But I dance inside destruction

like the queen of broken dreams.

Yeah, this heart luck woman still

burning,

stronger than she seems.

Preacher called me sinful.

Men called me dangerous,

but none of them carried these chains.

NONE OF THEM SURVIVED THIS FIRE.

There's a devil in my whiskey, but the

devil don't know me now.

I done crawled through smoke and sorrow.

Still too mean to bow.

Yeah, the blues live in my bloodstream

like a long black midnight train.

And this rough cut woman still standing

laughing in the rain.

Yeah.

Pour another drink.

This woman ain't done yet.

Oh,

hey.

H

I WAS RAISED DOWN BY the river

where hard luck sleeps at night.

Mama prayed above my bedside

while the blues held me tight.

Every man I ever loved

came with whiskey on his breath.

Sweet talk in the moonlight. Cold hands

smelling like death.

I wore pain like black satin

wrapped around these weary bones.

All them low down alley lovers left my

poor soul all alone.

But these high heels keep on walking

through the mud and broken glass.

Every scar across my body.

Wow.

Heat.

I walk through Mississippi fire

with blood stains on my shoes.

Every road I ever travel

led me deeper in the blues.

MAMA TOLD ME, "CHILD, STAY PRAYING."

Daddy drank his life

away.

I learned young how love can wound you

then still ask your heart to stay.

I had a man down in Chicago

mean as win a railroad steel.

He kissed sweet and crowded barrooms,

then left bruises I could feel.

EVERY NIGHT SMELLED LIKE CHEAP WHISKEY,

cigarette smoke and broken trust.

But this hard luck woman kept breathing,

even crawling through the dust.

I'm a midnight chain woman,

but these chains don't hold me now.

I got thunder in my bloodream

and survival in my growl. Oh yeah, the

blues live in my body

like hot fire beneath my skin.

And every scar that life done gave me

made this wild soul hard

as sin.

Heat. Heat.

Preacher

said I talk too reckless.

Men said I was born too rough.

But none of them stood beside me.

When the nights got cold and tough,

I DONE CRIED BESIDE THE jukebox

while the whole club turned away.

Still I rose like gospel thunder.

Every damn I'm heartbreaking day.

Oh Lord,

CAN YOU HEAR THIS WEARY CHILD?

I'VE BEEN BATTERED BY HARD LIVING,

still

too angry

to die.

I'm a midnight chain woman, smoking

flames inside my soul.

Every low down man who hurt me

only taught me selfont control.

Yeah, I dance inside destruction.

With my head held high in pain

like a black storm rolling through town.

Laughing hard inside the rain.

Overdriving hollow body guitar.

Crying slow and greasy.

Loose drums shuffle behind the beat.

M.

They tried to bury this woman,

tried to drown her in sorrow,

tried to chain her to bad love.

But baby, you can't break a soul.

Already baptized in the blues.

I'm a midnight chain one

and I ain't afraid no more.

I kicked heartbreak through the back

alley

and slam freedom through the door.

Yeah, the devil knows my first name,

but he trembles when I sing

cuz this rough cut blues queen baby

still got fire in everything.

Pour another whiskey.

Turn that jukebox low.

This woman's still burning.

M. Yeah.

Mhm.

I was born where the street lights

flicker

and sorrow sleeps beside the train.

MAMA SCRUB FLOORS FOR nickels

while daddy drowned himself in pain.

I learned young how love can cut you

like a razor through soft skin.

Every sweet kiss tasted holy

till the darkness

settled in.

I had a man with gold chewed laughter

and whiskey dripping from his tongue.

He pulled me deep into destruction

before my life had just begun.

Every midnight bar

left another bruise to hide.

But this black SMOKE WOMAN KEPT walking

with hell fire in a stride out. That

black smoke mama

with thunder in my chest.

EVERY HARD TIME TRIED TO BREAK ME, but I

outlived all the rest.

Yeah. The blues live in my bloodstream

like hot liquor in my veins.

And I sing so rough and reckless.

Make the whole room feel my pain.

Dirty

amplified harmonica

screaming over an old shuffle groove.

Electric guitar growling slow

behind the beat.

PREACHER CALLED ME trouble born.

Said no good woman acts this wild.

But he never saw me crawling through the

cold nights as a child.

I done danced with bad decisions.

I done slept beside regret.

Still I rise each smoky morning.

meaner than the pain I missed.

Oh Lord, you know these tired bones

still ache, but every chain around this

woman

only TOLD HER HOW TO break down that

black smoke. Mama,

and I ain't afraid no more.

I kicked heartbreak down the staircase

and walk straight through freedom's

door. Yeah, MY SOUL BURNS LIKE A furnace

underneath this battered skin.

And these low down blues keep preaching.

I was born too hard to bend.

Overdriving hollow body guitar

crying through smoky room ambience.

Piano rolling loose behind clapping

barroom hands.

MEN TRIED TO OWN ME.

Tried to drown me in whiskey and sorrow.

But baby, you can't bury a woman

already raised by the blues.

I'm that black smoke mom.

Last woman standing tall.

Every scar became my armor.

Every heartbreak made me wrong.

Yeah. The devil knows my footsteps

and the night still calls my name.

But this rough cut blues queen baby

still got fire in every flame.

Turn that juke box lower.

Pour the whiskey slow.

This one I'm still burning.

M

Greasy electric guitar

sliding through a dim whiskey bar.

Loose shuffle drums dragging slow behind

the beat.

Oh,

>> I'm on a crying like a midnight siren.

I came up from the gutter, baby,

where the cold wind always moans.

Mama worked her fingers bloody,

trying to keep us fed at home.

Every man I ever trusted

HAD A HARD HEART AS A GRAVE.

They love me sweet beneath neon

then treated me like a slave.

I WORE PAIN LIKE BLACK LEATHER.

WRAPPED TIGHT AROUND MY SOUL.

Spent long nights in smokey goo joints

TRYING TO DRINK MYSELF HOME.

I DONE DANCED with desperation.

I done kissed the edge of sin. Still

this hard love woman STANDING WITH BLUE

FIRE burning within. I'm a hard love

queen baby

born beneath the broken sand. EVERY SCAR

UPON MY BODY TELLS A STORY OF SURVIVAL

AND CRIME. YEAH. THE BLUES run through

my bloodream like hot whiskey in the

rain.

And I sing so rough and reckless. MAKE

THE WHOLE damn room feel pain.

Dirty amplifier.

Dirty amplified.

Dirty amplified.

Dirty amplified. Dirty amplified.

Dirty amplify. Dirty amplify.

Dirty amplifier.

Electric guitar answering with sharp

Chicago blue stabs.

That low down man from Memphis

tried to chain me to his lies.

Said a woman ought to suffer. said

rebellion ain't ladylike,

but I shattered every bottle

that he ever threw my way.

Now I walk these midnight streets like

judgment day in high heels, baby.

Oh Lord,

you know I carried heavy pain,

BUT EVERY ROAD THAT TRIED TO BREAK ME

ONLY make me wild again. I'm a holler

queen, baby. Still too dangerous to

tame. Every heartbreak built a kingdom.

Every bruise became a flame. Yeah. The

devil whispers softly, but he trembles

when I sing. Cuz this rough cut woman

still got thunder

underneath her skin.

Overdriving.

Hollow body guitar.

Growling slow and nasty.

Loose drums swinging deep in the pocket.

Crowd noise

echoing softly through cigarette smoke.

M.

They call me broken,

call me sinful,

call me too loud for a woman.

But baby,

you don't survive these hard streets

by singing soft.

I'm a hard love free baby. Last woman

standing tall.

I made a throne from sorrow

and I outlived it all. Yeah. My soul

still burns like lightning inside this

tired frame. And these deep south blues

keep preaching. A hard road woman can't

be chained.

Pull the whiskey one more time.

Turn the juke box down low.

This one still got fire.

Nine slow rolling shovel groove.

Two bam huming dirty through cigarette

smoke.

Mama said this world going to hurt you.

And Lord,

she wasn't wrong again.

Every alley smelled like trouble.

Every street light bled the blues.

I LEARNED HOW TO FIGHT through sorrow.

and worn out high heel shoes.

Had a man drank me as gasoline

with fist heavy as regret.

He would hold me close at midnight,

then leave me broken by sunrise sweat.

I POURED MY TEARS in whiskey glasses.

Watched them drown beneath neon flames.

Still this rough cut woman kept walking.

Too proud to die in shame.

I hear that whiskey train coming.

rolling deep through my soul.

Every heartbreak tried to own me,

but it never took control.

Yeah. The blues burn in my bloodream

like hot steel against my skin.

And this wild southside woman

still too dangerous to bend.

amplified harmonica

screaming over loose shuffle drums.

Greasy electric guitar sliding behind

the groove.

Piano rolling like thunder

through a smoky barroom.

Preacher told me, "Girl, stay humble."

Said, "Rebellion brings despair."

But he never stood beside me.

When survival filled the air, I done

crawled through cheap motel nights. I

done slept beside despair.

Still I rise each smoky morning with

blue fire in my stare. Oh Lord, CAN YOU

HEAR YOUR DAUGHTER CRY?

I'VE BEEN BEATEN DOWN BY HARD LOVE.

Still too mean to die.

I hear that whiskey train coming,

shaking windows through the night.

Every scar became my armor. Every bruise

became my fight.

Yeah, I sing like burning thunder

while the low down men all pray.

Cuz this hard luck woman, baby,

ain't nobody slave.

Overdriving hollow body guitar

growling low and nasty.

Glasses clinking near the juke box.

M. They tried to drown me in sorrow,

tried to chain me to bad love,

tried to break this woman's slow,

but baby,

you can't kill a soul.

Already baptized in the blues.

I hear that whiskey train coming

still rolling through my veins

and every mile of hurt I travel

only taught me how to rain.

Yeah, the devil knows my left

and the night still calls my name.

But this black hearted blues queen

still got fire

in every flame.

Pour another drink.

Let that juke box cry.

This woman still burning

tonight.

Low harmonica morning through thick

cigarette smoke.

Electric guitar humming dirty through an

old tube amp.

Slow shuffle drums

dragging behind the be.

I was raised where the cold wind

whistles

through broken windows and railroad

cries.

Mama sang old gospel warnings

while sorrow slept inside her eyes.

Every man I LOVE BROUGHT trouble

wrapped in sweet perfume and lies.

I gave my heart to hungry wolves

who fed on tears and lullabies.

Spend long nights in smoky bar rooms,

dancing slow beneath the neon flames,

drinking hard to kill the memories.

Still waking up, calling names.

He said a woman should stay quiet,

bow her head, and know her place.

But I got thunder in my spirit and blue

fire in my face.

THERE'S SMOKE ON MY SOUL. BABY,

fire underneath my skin.

Every hard road tried to break me. Still

this wild heart won't give in.

Yeah. The blues run through my

bloodstream

like whis we're scared through the rain.

And I sing so rough and reckless.

Make the whole damn room feel pain.

Amplified harmonica

screaming over a greasy shuffle groove.

Electric guitar answering

with sharp Chicago blues phrases.

Piano rolling heavy

in the background haze.

I wore bruises like fine jewelry.

Covered shame with velvet smiles.

Walk through hell in high heel shoes

for a thousand lonely miles.

Preacher called me dangerous.

Said my soul was born too rough.

But hard times built this woman and hard

times made me tough.

Oh Lord,

you know I carried misery long enough.

But every chain around my body

only taught me

not to trust

THAT SMOKE ON MY SOUL. baby

and lightning in my veins.

Every heartbreak left a scar,

but none of them left me chained.

Yeah, I dance inside destruction

like a queen to wild to tame.

And this blackarted blues WOMAN STILL

GOT power in her name.

Overdriving

hollow body guitar crying low and dirty.

Loose shuffle drums swinging through the

haze.

Men tried to own me,

tried to bury me beneath bad love and

cheap liquor.

But baby, you can't silence a woman

raised by pain

and baptized in the blues.

THERE'S SMOKE ON MY SOUL, BABY,

BUT I STILL BURN BRIGHT TONIGHT.

Every low down road behind me

only taught me how to fight.

Yeah, the devil knows my footsteps

and the midnight knows my flame.

But this rough cut southside woman

still ain't bowing down in shame.

Turn the jukebox softer.

Pour the whiskey slow.

This woman's still singing.

Dirty hollow body guitar groaning

through a smoky southside club.

Loose shuffle drums dragging slow like

tide footsteps.

Every drink until he dropped.

Every man that ever loved me

love me mean and love me wrong.

I learned how to carry sorrow

like an old blues gospel song.

Had a low down man from Memphis

with a heart black as cold.

He kissed sweet beneath whiskey

moonlight,

then tried to break my soul.

But these bruised hands kept swinging

through every dirty fight.

AND THIS ROUGH CUT WOMAN STILL standing

in the burning neon light. I'M A

HELLBOUND

WOMAN, BABY,

with smoke inside my lungs.

Every scar became a warning.

EVERY CRY BECAME a song. Yeah. The blues

LIVE IN MY BLOODREAM LIKE HOT whiskey in

my veins.

AND I SING SO RAW and reckless. Make the

whole room shake with pain.

Amplified harmonica screaming through

tape hiss.

Electric guitar stabbing sharp Chicago

blues licks.

Piano rolling heavy

behind the shuffle groove.

Preacher

called me sinful nature.

Said no good girl talks this loud.

But he never heard my heartbreak.

Crying through them midnight crowds.

I don't dance with desperation.

I don't slept with sad regret.

Still I walk these streets like thunder.

Ain't bowed my head down yet.

Oh Lord,

can you hear this tired child sing?

Every chain they wrapped around me only

taught my soul a sting. I'm a hellbound

woman, baby.

But the devil ain't my king.

I kicked down every dark door that tried

to cage this broken wing.

Yeah, I drink deep from hard living.

STILL GOT FIRE in my eyes.

And this blackarted blues woman

too stubborn to die.

Overdriving

tube amp growling low and greasy.

Loose drums swinging behind the beat.

Whiskey glasses rattling beneath crowd

applause.

Men tried to bury me in sorrow,

tried to drown me in cheap whiskey and

bad love.

But baby,

you can't destroy a woman

who already crawled through hell

and came back singing. I'M A HELLBOUND

WOMAN, BABY.

My soul standing tall.

Every hard night made me stronger. Every

heartbreak built these walls.

Yeah. The midnight still whispers. And

the blue still call my name.

But this wild outside woman

still got thunder in her flame.

I turn that juke box down low.

Oh, the whiskey slow.

This woman's still burning tonight.

H. Mhm.

I was born where the rivers muddy

and the cold wind cuts your skin.

Mama cried through gospel Sundays

while daddy drowned in gin.

I learned early life gets brutal

when you're poor and dark and young.

So I BUILT MY SOUL FROM HARD times

and kept thunder on my tongue.

had a man down in St. Louis.

Sweetest poison in a glass.

HE'D HOLD ME CLOSE BESIDE THE JUKEBOX,

then leave me shattered in the past.

Every slap became a lesson.

Every tear became a scar.

Still I walk them lonely streets. Baby,

like a wounded falling star.

I got ashes and whiskey.

BURNING DEEP INSIDE my soul.

EVERY HARD ROAD TRIED to kill me,

but it never took control.

Yeah. The blues live in my bloodream.

like found beneath my skin.

And this rough cut woman still fighting

too wild to ever been.

Preacher said I talk too sinful.

Said no good girl sings this rough.

But he never fought through midnight

hunger. On nights when love got venting

enough,

I done slept in cheap motel rooms with

heartbreak laying by my side.

Still I rise each smoky morning

with rebellion in my strike.

Oh Lord,

can you hear this weary cry?

I done walked through hell and sorrow.

Still too stubborn to die.

I got ashes and whiskey

mixed with lightning in my veins.

Every bruise became my armor.

Every loss became my strength. Yeah. How

louder than thunder

when the jukebox starts to play.

And this hard luck blues woman

STILL AIN'T NOBODY slay

overdriv

guitar.

Loose drums swinging behind the beat.

Men

tried to break me slow.

Tried to drown me in bad love and cheap

liquor.

But baby,

you can't bury a woman already baptized

in pain.

Already married to THE BLUES. I GOT

ASHES AND WHISKEY.

>> Ashes and whiskey

>> still burning through my bones. Every

dark night built this woman.

Every heart mile brought me home. Yeah.

The devil knows my laughter

and the midnight knows my name.

But this blackarted blues queen

still got thunder in her flame.

Turn the lights down low.

Pour that whiskey one more time.

This woman's still singing tonight.

Huh?