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...