

Yeah, yeah
Let's go!
Dirt on my boots,
blood on my hands
Running from the law across the swamplands
Dirty old truck with the engine smoking hot
I don't give a damn if I get caught (hell yeah)
I've been down this road so many damn times Paying for my
sins, paying for my crimes (ohhh)
Welcome to the hellbilly slaughterhouse!
Get the hell up or get the hell out! (screaming)
Whiskey in my cup,
gun in my glove box Outlaw living,
ticking of the clock Too far gone,
ain't no turning back Now run like hell on this railroad track
But beneath the mud and the gasoline I'm still searching for a
soul that's clean (yeah,
yeah)
Burn it all down! (groooowl)