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(yeah!) Dirt on the tires and blood on the dashboard
I took a left where the highway ends
We chased a ghost that we couldn't afford
Now I am counting down my final sins
And there is no saving grace tonight
(no,
no)
We are burning down the county line!
Out of luck and out of fucking time!
With the pedal down and the engine's scream Living out a shattered
southern dream!
(hell yeah!)
Empty bottle
rolling on the floorboards
Whiskey sweat
dripping off my brow
They want a piece of what I am running for But there
is no way they can stop me now
We're out of fucking time...
(out of time)