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(hmmmm) Sun's going down on this dry county line
Dust on my boots and a bottle of wine
Nobody speaking, the silence is loud
Just looking for water,
far from the crowd
Under the red dirt sky,
we burn tonight (yeah)
With the thunder in our chest,
out of sight
No road maps,
no rules to guide our way
Fences are rusted and stretching for miles
Shadows are growing like old-fashioned smiles
We trade our tomorrows for one steady spark
Before we get swallowed
right into the dark Under the red dirt sky,
we burn tonight
(ohhh yeah)
With the thunder in our chest,
out of sight
No road maps, no rules to guide our way
Lost in the red dirt
(red dirt...)