Hell and Highways

(Intro)

You hear that? That’s the sound of boots on blacktop…

Of engines screaming louder than your sins…

Hope you said your prayers, boy.

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(Verse 1)

I was born in a rusted-out two-door Ford

Where mama smoked menthols and daddy swung swords

Raised on moonshine, bar fights, Sunday lies

Preacher said I’m damned — I just grinned and replied:

(Pre-Chorus)

Hell ain’t flames, it’s the road I ride

With a fist on the wheel and a ghost inside

And I ain’t slowin’ down for a red-eyed sign

‘Cause I made peace with dyin’ at ninety-five

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(Chorus)

🎸 Through hell and highways, I chase my fate

Burnin’ rubber on a line that you love to hate

Tattooed trouble with a twist of grace

A rebel soul you’ll never erase

Crank that thunder ‘til the devil sways

This heart don’t break — it detonate

So raise your fists if you feel the blaze

We were born to ride through hell and highways

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(Verse 2)

Got a Bible with bullets in the glovebox chillin’

A six-pack choir and a sin-born feelin’

I kissed death twice with a cigarette grin

And every mile marker screams, “Here we go again”

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t need luck, just gears and gas

A woman who fights and a whiskey glass

I’ll outdrive fate ‘til the tires go flat

Got angels cryin’ in my aftermath

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(Chorus)

🎸 Through hell and highways, I chase my fate

Burnin’ rubber on a line that you love to hate

Tattooed trouble with a twist of grace

A rebel soul you’ll never erase

Crank that thunder ‘til the devil sways

This heart don’t break — it detonate

So raise your fists if you feel the blaze

We were born to ride through hell and highways

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(Bridge – half-time stomp)

Lightning in my veins

Ashes in my wake

Crosses on the roadside

All whisper my name

The law can’t catch me

The flames can’t match me

I’m the storm with steel teeth —

Now watch me break free

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(Final Chorus – double-time)

🎸 Through hell and highways, no lookin’ back

With a rebel yell and a tire track

Turn up the fire, blow off the map

I ain’t just runnin’ — I’m on attack

So raise your glass and curse the skies

We ain’t made to live — we’re built to ride

So ride or die, come what may…

We’ll torch the night on hell and highways

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(Outro – Spoken)

“Ain’t no map for where we’re goin’… just fire in the rearview, and freedom up ahead.”