

(mhm) Rusty tracks where the engines died
We left our names on the county line Now the sky is
bruised and the thunder rolls Time to wake up all these restless
souls
Can you feel it rising through the floor?
(ohhh) We ain't running from the storm no more
When the lightning strikes the red dirt ground We kick the dust
and we burn it down!
(down!) Let the bassline scream and the guitars roar This is the
wrath we've been waiting for!
(let's go!)
Whiskey burns but the bass hits deep
In the hollow where the shadows creep
Two-stepping in the strobe-light rain
Half-broken hearts that can't feel pain
We burn it down...
In the red dirt clay... (oh-hoh)