Steel Spur Thunder

(hah,

yeah)

Out where the blacktop turns to dust

An old flatbed gathering rust

I hear the thunder in the clay

It's calling me to ride away

Lord, help the man on this gravel road

Underneath a

heavy metal load

(ooh, lord) With a iron heart and a diesel spark

We are screaming through the dark

There's a fire in the valley deep

And promises we couldn't keep

We spin our wheels in the mire

Feeding the southern gothic pyre

We bend the steel

We turn the wheel

No mercy left to

feel! (arghhh!)

Through the dark

Yeah, we're screaming through the dark (lord,

yeah)