Prompt / 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. 🎸🔥
Tags
Blues rock outlaw, raspy, male voice, female background vocals, electric guitar driven, heavy drum kicks
Duration
4:20
Instrumental
No
Created
2/19/2026