Road Rebels

Boots on the pegs,

leather in the wind Chrome heart growling,

ready to begin I don't need a map,

I know where I stand One hand on thunder,

one on the land (yeah)

Road dust rising, heat on my hands

Every mile makes a louder man

No turning back, no asking why I was born to ride

Ride hard, ride free Blacktop rolling under me

Fire in the blood,

iron in the bone I take the night like it's my own

(come on)

White lines snap like sparks from a chain

Old scars shining through the rain

I paid my dues

in smoke and steel

Now every turn bends to the wheel

Ride hard,

ride free

Blacktop rolling under me

Fire in the blood,

iron in the bone I take the night like it's my own

Ride hard, ride free

No one gets the best of me (yeah,

yeah)

Ride hard

Ride free (yeah)