Banjo Beatdown (By DECLAN)

Yeah, yeah

Dust on my boots and a fire in my chest Two miles

left and I'm putting it to the test Yeah,

the rhythm in the floorboards,

kickin' up dirt Workin' past sundown,

blockin' out the hurt

(work, work)

I hear the thunder rollin' in from the west

We don't bow down,

we don't ask for the rest (no way,

no way)

Oh, we run the ridge where the wild wind blows Through the

valley down below (down below) We got the metal and the strings

in our soul Take the crown and make it gold

Cold steel, hot lead,

runnin' on steam Living in the middle of a broken dream Got

the clawhammer style but the beat is trap Putting all the weight

of the world on the map (on the map)

Can you feel the shift in the dirt?

Can you heal the scars of the work? (humm)

Oh, we run the ridge where the wild wind blows Through the

valley down below (down below) We got the metal and the strings

in our soul Take the crown and make it gold

Yeah, we out here.