“Blacktop Revival”
Verse 1
There’s a blood-red moon over Midland tonight
Wind cuts sharp like a switchblade fight
Mesquite smoke hanging thick in the sky
Smells like trouble and alibis
Boot heels echo on a broken floor
Neon buzzing at the liquor store
Got a Bible verse on my dashboard cracked
And a .45 and a heart that’s black
Pre-Chorus
Sheriff says, “Son you’re walking thin”
I said, “I been walking that line since ten”
Ain’t no saint in this denim skin
Just a sinner with a second wind
Chorus
I was born where the blacktop burns
Where the lost get found and the good Lord turns
His eyes from the things we do at night
Under Texas stars and patrol car lights
Got a fist full of gravel, gasoline veins
Thunder in my chest and a head full of rain
If redemption’s real, it’ll find me somehow
On this blacktop revival ground
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Verse 2
Mama prayed in a double-wide pew
For a hard-headed boy she barely knew
Daddy left with a southbound train
Said “This town’s too small for my kind of pain”
I learned quick how to throw a punch
How to make five dollars stretch for lunch
How to bleed and never make a sound
How to stand my ground when the lights go down
Pre-Chorus
Yeah I kissed the devil behind that bar
Tasted whiskey and a stolen car
But when she touched me, Lord I swear
Felt a little bit of heaven there
Chorus
I was born where the blacktop burns
Where the lost get found and the good Lord turns
His eyes from the things we do at night
Under Texas stars and patrol car lights
Got a fist full of gravel, gasoline veins
Thunder in my chest and a head full of rain
If redemption’s real, it’ll find me somehow
On this blacktop revival ground
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Bridge (Slow. Gritty. Almost spoken.)
Let the oil rigs bow their heads
Let the coyotes sing for the almost-dead
Every scar’s just proof I tried
To outrun hell on a midnight ride
If grace comes dressed in boots and dust
She’ll find me leaning on this rust
Engine ticking like a dying prayer
Smoke in the wind and a folding chair
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Final Chorus (Big, raw, desperate)
Yeah I was born where the blacktop burns
Where the lost get scars and the hard road turns
I ain’t proud of the man I’ve been
But I’m still swinging in the ring I’m in
Got a fist full of gravel, gasoline veins
Still chasing ghosts in a hurricane
If redemption’s real, it’ll find me somehow
On this blacktop revival ground
