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Yeah, yeah
Get ready for the storm rolling over these hills
Black dirt on my boots,
red clay on my hands
Devil in the valley of this hollowed-out land Got a double-barrel rhythm
in the back of my throat
Screaming at the wind while the black crows float
When the sun goes down,
the shadows start to breed This is the harvest of a bitter
seed (screaming)
Bury my heart beneath the Georgia pines!
No light left to save these broken designs!
(save us)
Dusty roads, heavy loads,
walking through the fire
Burning down the barn,
fuel the funeral pyre
Country boy, metal heart,
tearing up the track
Once you cross this line,
ain't no turning back
Rot!
Down in the dirt!
(screaming fading out)
Yeah