Rust and Rustlers

Dirt road cracked in the August heat

(ahhhh) Dust on my boots and a heavy beat

Devil's at the gate and he wants my soul But I got

iron in my blood and coal

Ride the storm down to the bone (yeah)

This iron heart is carved in stone

No white flag, no turning back

We're burning down this broken track

Whiskey burns but the copper bites

Cold wind howling through the endless nights

Copperhead ready to strike the heel But my shield is made of

cold rolled steel

Down in the valley,

the shadows grow long (ohhh)

But the spirit is heavy,

the resolve is strong

Break!

We're burning down (yeah) Burning down