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Lyrics
I spit a stream of tobacco right on your boots
I’m back for my tractor and my family roots
You thought I was gone, you thought I was done
But I’m leanin' on the hood of a loaded-up gun
The bank took the farm and you took the rest
Now I’m standin' right here with a weight on my chest.
Chorus
So run to the cellar or hide in the hay
I’m settlin' up all my business today
I got a beat-up Ford and a barrel of lead
And I’m seein' nothing but a whole lot of red
Don't bother with beggin' or fallin' to your knee
I’m pullin' in the driveway... and Hell’s comin’ with me.
Verse 2
I remember that night at the county line
When you lied to the law and you said it was mine
I spent three years eatin' slop in a cage
Just fuelin' the fire and feedin' the rage
Now I’m back in the county and I’m lookin' for you
And there ain’t a damn thing that the Sheriff can do.
Chorus
So run to the cellar or hide in the hay
I’m settlin' up all my business today
I got a beat-up Ford and a barrel of lead
And I’m seein' nothing but a whole lot of red
Don't bother with beggin' or fallin' to your knee
I’m pullin' in the driveway... and Hell’s comin’ with me.
Bridge
(Gritty rhythm guitar kicks in hard)
The dogs are all barkin'
The sky’s turnin' black
You took what was mine
And I’m takin' it back.
Details
GeneratedFeb 20, 2026
Duration2:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
outlaw country, twang, male vocals. Stomping beat, slide guitar, themes of revenge and a grudge. Clean vocals
Credits
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HamCheckModelAria v5
