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[Verse 1]
Blacktop burning, midnight sky,
old V8 growling as the miles roll by.
Dust on my boots, blood running cold,
but your name in my heart is worth more than gold.
Got a six-string scarred from a thousand bars,
a cigarette burning underneath the stars.
I ain't no saint, never claimed to be,
but you ride beside me — that's all I need.
[Chorus]
We’re flying high, baby, way too wild,
two outlaw hearts like a loaded .45.
Let the whole damn world say we're living wrong,
we'll keep riding hard while the night rolls on.
Through the fire, through the rain,
through every broken backroad and every damn pain,
if loving you is a crime, let the devil testify —
we're born to run, baby…
we're flying high.
[Verse 2]
You got that southern fire burning in your eyes,
the kind that makes a hard man tell no lies.
You kiss like trouble, you love like sin,
and every time I leave, you pull me back in.
There's a motel sign buzzing down Route 9,
two cold beers and your hand in mine.
No white church, no wedding bells,
just two wild souls raising hell.
[Chorus]
We’re flying high, baby, way too wild,
two outlaw hearts like a loaded .45.
Let the whole damn world say we're living wrong,
we'll keep riding hard while the night rolls on.
Through the fire, through the rain,
through every broken backroad and every damn pain,
if loving you is a crime, let the devil testify —
we're born to run, baby…
we're flying high.
[Bridge]
If tomorrow comes with a sheriff at the door,
I'll take your hand and hit the gas once more.
If the road runs out and the tank runs dry,
I'll still hold you underneath that southern sky.
'Cause I've been a drifter, I've slept with the night,
I've fought like a bastard just to stay alive.
But girl, you found the outlaw underneath my skin,
and for the first damn time…
I don't wanna run again.
[Final Chorus]
We’re flying high, baby, burnin' through the night,
your wild heart beating right next to mine.
Let the sirens scream, let the thunder roll,
you got your hands around this outlaw soul.
No chains, no fear, no alibis,
just your lips, my wheels, and these endless skies.
And when the last road fades and the stars pass by,
I'll still be loving you…
when we’re flying high.
[Outro]
So pour that whiskey, baby, kill the lights,
put your boots on the dash and stay by my side.
We ain't angels, sweetheart —
and we never lied…
We’re just two damn outlaws
flying high.
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Details
GeneratedSep 15, 2026
Duration4:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern Dark Outlaw Country, with Banjo, with Harmonica, with Steel Guitar, with Male + Female
Credits
Prompt by
Road_Dog
Road_DogModelAria v6
