Long Way To Raise Hell

Verse 1
Mama said, “Boy, don’t tempt the flame,”
But I was born gasoline with a runaway name.
Lightin’ up every backroad sign,
Halo’s choking on the dust I leave behind.
Every mile I take feels like a dare,
But I wouldn’t trade this devil-mad air.

Chorus
I’m not lost, just taking my time,
On a road where the outlaws shine.
If trouble’s home, I know it well—
I’m just a long way to raise hell.

Verse 2
Sirens preach but can’t catch me,
I’m a wild prayer runnin’ free.
Angel wings can’t keep me still,
I’m a sinner rollin’ uphill.
Barbed-wire hearts try to slow my ride,
But I blaze through every county line.

Chorus
I’m not lost, just taking my time,
On a road where the outlaws shine.
If trouble’s home, I know it well—
I’m just a long way to raise hell.

Bridge
Every mile I burn is grace I stole,
Redemption’s waiting down that road.
Smoke and stars are all I own,
The devil’s laughing but I’m not alone.

Final Chorus
I ain’t lost, just raising hell,
Kicking dust where devils dwell…
If trouble calls, I’ll pick up well—
Still a long way to raise hell.

Southern rock outlaw country