Steel Horse Crescendo

(yeah) Dirt roads and concrete lanes

I carry the weight of both of these names

Cold steel strings on a wooden frame

Underneath the static, we are the same

(uh-huh) Can you feel the shift in the air tonight?

Where the shadows blend with the morning light

We ride the line of the heavy steel Where the dust meets

the iron we feel

Singing low to the rhythm of the wind Where the heavy sound

begins

Walking through the fire with a jazz-man's stride

Got the metal in my chest and the country pride

No map for the territory we divide

But we keep the rhythm rolling with the tide (roll on)

Singing low

to the wind... (mmm-hmm)