Dirt roads & broken dreams by Sloan_Preston - Zona

Dirt roads & broken dreams by Sloan_Preston - Zona

Lyrics

Verse 1)

Sun droppin’ like a busted tooth

On a nowhere town that swallowed my youth

Gravel crackin’ under worn-out boots

Spittin’ dust and hard-earned truth

Daddy said, “This life’ll break you in.”

I said, “Hell, I was born in sin.”

Six-string strapped and a bottle of rye

Middle finger up to the whole damn sky

(Pre-Chorus)

County line in my rearview glass

Past can kiss my outlaw ass

(Chorus)

Dirt roads and broken dreams

Gasoline guts and ripped-up seams

Sweat, smoke, and cheap amp screams

Chokin’ on what might’ve been

If the law don’t bend and fate’s a bitch

I’ll dig my grave in a roadside ditch

Raised on cuss words, blood, and schemes—

Dirt roads and broken dreams

(Verse 2)

Played dive bars where the beer was flat

Fists flew hard and I swung right back

Blood on the strings, knuckles split

Didn’t give a damn, I still played through it

Women with fire in their wicked grin

Pulled me close, let the trouble in

Bit my lip till it tasted red

Said, “Ride me hard or get the hell instead.”

(Pre-Chorus)

Blue lights flash in the pouring rain

I don’t pray—I outrun pain

(Chorus)

Dirt roads and broken dreams

Cheap motel walls and busted springs

Engines howl and the backseat screams

Livin’ loud and filthy mean

If the law don’t bend and fate’s a bitch

I’ll leave my sins in every ditch

Raised on cuss words, blood, and schemes—

Dirt roads and broken dreams

(Bridge)

I’ve woken up in county jail

Hungover as hell and mad as hell

Kissed bad luck square on the mouth

Spat back north and headed south

Every scar’s a middle-finger sign

To every bastard that said “Not mine.”

(Guitar Solo – raw, nasty, damn near breakin’ strings)

(Verse 3)

Now the tires hum like a battle cry

Ain’t no angel passin’ by

But I built these bones from dirt and spite

And I’ll raise some hell before I say goodnight

Dreams don’t die—they rot and scream

Haunt your ass in the in-between

But I’d rather burn in gasoline

Than fade away all soft and clean

(Final Chorus)

Dirt roads and broken dreams

Blacktop scars and midnight schemes

Fire in my gut, eyes that gleam

Meaner than I’ve ever been

If the law don’t bend and fate’s a bitch

I’ll carve my name in a roadside ditch

Raised on cuss words, blood, and schemes—

Dirt roads and broken dreams

(Outro)

Let the dust rise thick and obscene

Let the whole world call me mean

I’m still ridin’ that outlaw stream—

Dirt roads and broken dreams. 🎸🔥