Mudd

I rolled out where the blacktop bends;

Past the grain tower and the county;

Engine growling like a restless chain;

I've been chasing fire through the poor and the rain;

You can hear that thunder in my chest;

He's low down, I ain't built for rest;

When the night drives low and the angels wake;

I'm a wildfire nobody can tame;

We're dust and neon, thunder and steel;

Burning through the dark like a spinning wheel;

Country roots with a rebel soul;

Basing the floor in the scoundrel;

We don't run, we don't fold;

We ride that storm to the stories told;

Old blue boots on a red dirt line;

Heart beating like a freight train time;

Acid glow in the barroom haze;

808 rattling through the midnight phase;

You can hear that pander in my chest;

Can't slow down, I ain't built for this;

When the night drops low and the engines wait;

I'm a wildfire, nobody can tame;

We're dust and neon, thunder and steel;

Burnin' through the dark on a spinning wheel;

Country roofs with a rebel soul;

Bass in the floor and the sound hold;

We don't run, we don't fold;

We ride that storm to the stories told;

Let the double bass hit like a shotgun prayer;

Let the scent scream through the smoky air;

If the world comes cracklin' down tonight;

We'll dance in the wreckage;

Side by side;

We're dust and neon, leather and steel;

Burning through the dark on a spinning wheel;

Country roots where the rebels sold;

Basing the floor in the scoundrel;

We don't run, we don't fold;

We ride that storm till the story's told;

Yeah, we ride that storm;

Till the break of dawn, dust and neon carry on;