Gravel & Gasoline

Mud on the chrome

Bible on the dash

Ticket from last night

Folded in my stash

Knuckles got scars

Wrist still smells like fuel

Mama called me hard-headed

She wasn’t wrong at all

I’m gravel and gasoline

Mixed with a little caffeine

Heart like a backroad mean

Soul like a small-town dream (oh yeah)

Half boots, half ripped-up jeans

Raised on twang and smoke machines

You hear that growl in between

That’s just my gravel and gasoline

Black ice on the bridge

Tattoo on her hip

Laugh like summer thunder

Whiskey on her lips

Sheriff knows my tag

Preacher knows my name

They both say “boy, slow down”

I smile and hit the lane

I’m gravel and gasoline

Mixed with a little caffeine

Heart like a backroad mean

Soul like a small-town dream (hey)

Half boots, half ripped-up jeans

Raised on twang and smoke machines

You hear that growl in between

That’s just my gravel and gasoline

If it ain’t loud

It ain’t my song

If it ain’t rough

I don’t belong (no)

Tell ‘em I burned

More than I saved

Still I’ll be singin’

All the way to my grave

I’m gravel and gasoline

Mixed with a little caffeine

Heart like a backroad mean

Soul like a small-town dream (oh yeah)

Half boots, half ripped-up jeans

Raised on twang and smoke machines

You hear that growl in between

That’s just my gravel and gasoline