Rustland Slam

Get

ready...

Riding down this gravel road,

a heavy iron chain Dust kicking up behind me,

swallowing the pain Got a engine full of anger,

a tank of country mud There is trouble in the valley,

and it is in my blood (Yeah)

Feel the thunder shake the floor

We are knocking down the door

Southern grit and heavy metal fire

Burning up the wire,

climbing ever higher

Wild country wilder steel

This is the iron that we feel!

Crows sitting on the fence,

watching as we roll Every step a heavy footprint on a weary

soul Got a bottle in my left hand,

iron in my right We are taking back the country,

starting here tonight

Southern grit and heavy metal fire

Burning up the wire,

climbing ever higher

Wild country wilder steel

This is the iron that we feel!

Yeah, we ride...

To the bitter end...