Blastgrass Cowboy Fury
Dirt road, cold steel,
shadows in the pines Counting down the hours,
drawing heavy lines Got a blacked-out truck,
got a heavy load
Rolling down a broken,
forgotten road (yeah, yeah) Something in the air is turning cold
A story that has never been told
Underneath the clay we lay!
(argggh!) Wash the blood and sins away!
Whiskey in the jar,
ash on the floor
Devil's at the gate,
knocking on the door No redemption in this holler,
no light in the sky Just the murder of crows flying on
high (huuh!)
Face the earth! (go!)
Underneath the clay we lay!
(argggh!) Wash the blood and sins away!
No way out...