Rust & Ruin

Black smoke rising from the county line

Chasing down a specter from a better time

Engine roaring, pedal pressed down low

Got a hundred miles left of dirt to go

I feel the fire crawling up my spine

(oh lord)

This heavy load is getting hard to bind

This is country steel,

this is heavy lead

Iron in the dirt,

fire in the head (yeah) Bound by the dust,

forged in the heat Dragging our chains to the heavy beat

Broken bottles laying in the clay

Another dollar bought, another day away

Screws are loose but the frame is holding tight

We're bringing down the mountain before the night

Dragging our chains

In the heavy mud

Forged in iron and blood