Raised On Rust

(yeah) Six feet of steel,

sitting on thirty-fives

Running up the gravel where the wild things thrive

Double-stacked exhaust breathing out the black smoke

This high-octane life ain't no weekend joke (no it ain't)

When we roll up,

you can hear the rumble shake

Leaving every single little doubts in our wake

Jacked up high, scraping on the starlight

Big mud tires rolling through the deep night

Got the chrome-plated grill catching that moonbeam

Living out a dirt road,

jacked-up dream (raise it up now)

High-rise suspension, looking down from above This old mud-caked frame is the

one that I love We got

four-wheel drive and a cooler in the back

Rolling down the river with the hammer on the track (let's go)

Jacked up high, scraping on the starlight

Big mud tires rolling through the deep night

Got the chrome-plated grill catching that moonbeam

Living out a dirt road,

jacked-up dream (oh

yeah)

Jacked up high... (living that dream)