[Intro — dirty electric guitar, distant church bell]
Yeah…
Mmm…
Turn that up loud enough to wake the dead.
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[Verse 1]
Boots by the front door, red clay floor
.30-06 hangin’ by the screen porch door
Granddaddy preached with a dip in his lip
Bible in one hand, whiskey he quit
Mama sang hymns while the grease popped loud
Whole trailer shook when the thunder rolled down
Chevrolet rattlin’, dog in the yard
Cross in the windshield, stars and scars
I was raised where the pine trees sway
And folks still bow their heads to pray
Where sinners get saved in a riverbank stream
And heaven ain’t near as far as it seems
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[Pre-Chorus — gritty build]
I got hellhound scars on these tattooed hands
But God still calls me His own man
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[CHORUS — HARD ROCK / SOUTHERN SCREAM]
AMEN!
Feel that fire hit your bones now!
AMEN!
Make the devil wanna back down!
Kick that dust up
Raise them hands high
Let the choir scream through a blood-red sky
We got backwoods faith
And a hard-rock soul
Jesus saved me from a dead-end road
HALLELUJAH!
Hear them guitars cry
Holy Ghost thunder in a southern night
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[Verse 2]
Old church packed on a Wednesday night
Sweat drippin’ down in the neon light
Pastor yellin’ loud while the drums crash hard
Like heaven kicked open every locked-up heart
Saw grown men cry in work boots and jeans
Saw tattoos kneel at the Nazarene
Saw a lost boy covered in sin and smoke
Stand up shoutin’, “AIN’T NO MORE CHAINS BROKE!”
And the whole place roared like a freight train wheel
Like God Himself said, “Boy this real.”
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[Breakdown — heavy guitars / preacher scream]
DEVIL GET OUTTA THIS HOUSE!
You can’t have my bloodline
You can’t have my name
You can’t have my people
Covered by grace!
STOMP THOSE BOOTS!
RAISE THAT SOUND!
MAKE HELL TREMBLE FROM THIS TOWN!
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[FINAL CHORUS — HUGE / SOUTHERN METAL ENERGY]
AMEN!
Let the backroad revival start burnin’!
AMEN!
Hear the saints and the outlaws singin’!
From Cullman dirt
To heaven’s gates
We still raise hell while we praise His name
LOUDER!
Let them six strings scream
Hardheaded rednecks still chasin’ dreams
Blood-bought souls
Washed white clean
Saved by the King and gasoline
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[Outro — fading choir + guitar]
Yeah…
Still southern raised…
Still heaven saved…
And we ain’t ashamed to shout His name.