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🥊🙏 Not every prayer is whispered — some are learned in a fight.
“Knuckle Hymns” by Westin Brooks is a gritty outlaw country anthem about scars, survival, and the hard lessons life carves into a man’s hands. These aren’t church-pew prayers — they’re the kind learned in barrooms, back alleys, and moments where standing your ground was the only option.

This song turns bruises into verses and pain into faith, proving that redemption doesn’t always come clean — sometimes it comes bleeding.

Perfect for fans of dark outlaw country, raw storytelling, and songs that carry both fists and faith.

🎵 Full Lyrics — Knuckle Hymns (Westin Brooks)
Chorus/Intro
These are my knuckle hymns, written in red,
Lessons I learned from the fights I bled.
Every scar’s a line, every bruise a rhyme,
A prayer to the pain that took its time.
I ain’t proud, but I ain’t dim —
These fists still sing my knuckle hymns.

Verse 1
Grew up where talk was cheap and wild,
You prove your word when you ain’t smiled.
Daddy said, “Son, this life don’t bend,
So stand your ground, don’t fake, don’t pretend.”
Got my first scar outside the bar,
Where pride swung first and truth hit hard.
Since then I’ve learned on a whiskey whim —
Every fight’s a verse in my knuckle hymn.

Chorus
These are my knuckle hymns, written in red,
Lessons I learned from the fights I bled.
Every scar’s a line, every bruise a rhyme,
A prayer to the pain that took its time.
I ain’t proud, but I ain’t dim —
These fists still sing my knuckle hymns.

Verse 2
I’ve swung at lies, I’ve swung at sin,
At the ghosts that live beneath my skin.
Lost some friends and made a few,
Sometimes wrong’s the best you can do.
Ain’t about hate, it’s about standin’ tall,
About gettin’ back up after you fall.
Faith ain’t found in church or gin —
It’s carved in the bone of a knuckle hymn.

Chorus
These are my knuckle hymns, written in red,
Lessons I learned from the fights I bled.
Every scar’s a line, every bruise a rhyme,
A prayer to the pain that took its time.
I ain’t proud, but I ain’t dim —
These fists still sing my knuckle hymns.

Verse 3
One day I’ll lay these hands to rest,
Scars and stories across my chest.
But ‘til that bell rings one last round,
I’ll keep swingin’ where truth is found.
For every hit that life throws in,
There’s a chorus hummin’ deep within.
The devil smiles, but I still grin —
’Cause I’m still singin’ my knuckle hymns.

Chorus/Outro
These are my knuckle hymns, written in red,
Lessons I learned from the fights I bled.
Every scar’s a line, every bruise a rhyme,
A prayer to the pain that took its time.
The Lord might frown, but He’ll listen in —
When I kneel and pray my knuckle hymns.

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