

(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)