In the world of country music, Aaron Watson is more than just a singer—he’s a living example of resilience and faith. “Trying Like The Devil” is not a sweet love ballad or a gentle nostalgic tune. It’s a declaration from a man who has faced some of his darkest days and chose to keep moving forward.

The song was written during a time when Aaron was battling significant challenges—both in his career and personal life. As an independent artist without the backing of major record labels, he was often told “no,” and at times stood on the brink of walking away from music altogether. But instead of surrendering, he chose to fight—not only to protect his dream but also to keep a promise to his family and to himself.

In “Trying Like The Devil,” Aaron doesn’t shy away from the truth: there are days filled with exhaustion, moments when failure makes you want to quit. Yet each lyric strikes like a hammer against that thought, reminding him—and all of us—that every obstacle is a test of how strong we really are. “I’m trying like the devil to keep this fire burning” isn’t just a personal confession; it’s a rallying cry for anyone standing on the thin line between hope and despair.

What sets Aaron apart is how he pairs grit with gratitude. Whether playing in small hometown venues or under the bright lights before thousands, he carries the same warm smile and humble spirit. For Aaron, every chance to sing, every night on stage, is already a victory.

“Trying Like The Devil” is not a polished motivational speech. It’s a sigh, a drop of sweat, a tear, and the scars of a man who refuses to be broken. And that raw honesty is exactly what makes the song resonate so deeply—it’s for anyone who just needs one more reason to keep going.

🎵 Suggested listening: Trying Like The Devil – Aaron Watson.

Lyrics

Well that golden halo doesn’t go so wellWith my red bandana and blue jeansGod knows when I’m good, I’m goodAnd when I’m good is seldom so it seemsSo they say fools play with fireI’m trying my best not to get burnedWhile I soak myself in gasolineOne would think by now I might have learnedBut I’ve never learned
No, I’m not the man they think I amIt weighs heavy on my heart and mindAs I stumble every step along the wayLike a wino who can’t walk the lineIt’s like tightrope walking on a windy dayThere’s heaven in her eyes and hell to payAnd I’m solid as a rock and sink in sandTrying like the devil to be a good man
So beware of broken glassShould you stare into the window of my soulAnd judge me not, I only bare it allSo you know that you are not aloneYou’re not alone
No, I’m not the man they think I amIt weighs heavy on my heart and mindAs I stumble every step along the wayLike a wino who can’t walk the lineWell I’m tightrope walking on a windy dayThere’s heaven in her eyes and hell to payI’m solid as a rock and sink in sandTrying like the devil to be a good man
Oh my GodFeed me the crumbs that fall upon your floorAs those saints walk through your pearly gatesLord, let the sinner crawl through your backdoorOh, ohOh, oh
No, I’m not the man they think I amIt weighs heavy on my heart and mindAs I stumble every step along the wayLike a wino who can’t walk the lineWell I’m tightrope walking on a windy dayThere’s heaven in her eyes and hell to payI’m solid as a rock and sink in sandTrying like the devil to be a good man
I’m solid as a rock and sink in sandLord, I’m trying like the devil

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