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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