Verse 1
Mud on the tires, blood on my knuckles
Small-town rules always tried to muzzle
Daddy said “son, keep your head down low”
But I learned real quick that ain’t how I roll
Pre-Chorus
Every red light feels like a cage
Every preacher’s got something to say
Chorus
I’m burning gasoline on a gravel road
Radio loud, let the speakers explode
Middle finger up to the county line
Yeah, I live fast, drink hard, cross that line
If I go down, I go down full throttle
With rock in my veins and fire in the bottle
Verse 2
She’s got boots that bite and a rebel grin
Says “boy, you’re trouble,” I say “jump in”
Friday night thunder in a beat-up Ford
Six-pack faith and a rusty chord
Pre-Chorus
We don’t pray much, but we believe
In loud guitars and freedom screams
Chorus
I’m burning gasoline on a gravel road
Radio loud, let the speakers explode
Middle finger up to the county line
Yeah, I live fast, drink hard, cross that line
If I go down, I go down full throttle
With rock in my veins and fire in the bottle
Bridge (breakdown)
They can keep their white-picket dreams
I want dirt under my sins
No apologies, no excuse
Just a full tank and nothing to lose
Guitar Solo
(Dirty southern slide into heavy riff)
Chorus (final – louder)
I’m burning gasoline on a gravel road
Hear that V8 howl like a rebel’s oath
Born too wild to toe that line
Yeah, I live fast, drink hard, cross that line
When the dust settles and the night explodes
They’ll remember my name on that gravel road
Outro
Engine screaming, stars collide
No rearview, nowhere to hide
If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right
I was born for the fire and the Friday night
Steven30
