(Intro)
Yeah…
Midnight sky, diesel smoke in the air…
98 Dodge Ram, turbo whining…
Heavy bass shaking the pines…
(Verse 1)
Moonlight cutting through the trees tonight,
Backroad ghosts in the LED lights.
Mud on the tires, got dirt on the frame,
Old Dodge Ram but she still runs the game.
Turbo starts singing when I mash that pedal,
Rolling through the forest like a heavy metal rebel.
Windows cracked open, hear the crickets sing,
While the Cummins under the hood sounds mean.
No destination, just the trail and me,
Pine trees swaying in the Tennessee breeze.
Deep ruts ahead but I ain’t slowing down,
Throwing mud twenty feet when the tires come around.
(Pre-Chorus)
Bass hit hard like thunder in the dark,
Diesel rumble sounding like a wild heart.
Every curve, every puddle, every turn I find,
Feels like freedom running through my mind.
(Chorus)
I’m riding through the woods in a 98 Ram,
Turbo diesel growling, got mud on my hands.
Late-night vibes with the stars overhead,
Bass so loud got the whole trail shaking instead.
Smoke from the stacks, moonlight on the chrome,
Out here in the darkness where I feel at home.
Just me and the truck with the radio alive,
On these muddy backroads at the edge of the night.
(Verse 2)
Creek crossing splashing up the side doors,
Tires digging deep like they’re fighting a war.
Country road faded into a muddy trail,
But the old Dodge keeps pushing, she ain’t gonna fail.
Headlights dancing through the foggy air,
Every mile out here leaves behind a care.
Got a playlist bumping with the subs in the back,
808s hitting while the turbo stays stacked.
Black sky above and the forest below,
Following wherever the dirt roads go.
No city lights, no stress, no crowds,
Just diesel power and the bass turned loud.
(Bridge)
Whoa-oh… hear that whistle sing,
Echo through the trees when the boost kicks in.
Whoa-oh… let the night roll on,
Till the sunrise paints the trail at dawn.
(Final Chorus)
I’m riding through the woods in a 98 Ram,
Turbo diesel growling, got mud on my hands.
Late-night vibes with the stars overhead,
Bass so loud got the whole trail shaking instead.
Smoke from the stacks, moonlight on the chrome,
Out here in the darkness where I feel at home.
Just me and the truck with the radio alive,
On these muddy backroads at the edge of the night.
(Outro)
Diesel humming… bass still knocking…
Mud dripping from the fenders…
98 Dodge Ram…
Lost in the woods…
Exactly where I wanna be.
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