Been a while. Turn it up. Let’s shake something loose. Old case cracks when I swing it open Six strings waiting, already loaded Thumb that switch, let the speakers bite First hard chord rattles the room tonight Had this thing under my hands for years Before my name, before my plans cleared Still comes back with that crooked grin Count me in Let me jump back in Kick the dust Let it fly Got some blood Left in the wire Kick the dust Set it loose This old riff Still cuts through Heel hits wood, snare hits steel Bassline locks and the whole thing feels Missed my mark, then I swung right through Sometimes the roughest cut is the truest Hear that pick tear into the string Hear that bend before it breaks clean Hold it there till the room leans in Then drop down hard on the low end Kick the dust Let it fly Got some blood Left in the wire Kick the dust Set it loose This old riff Still cuts through I put it away When life got loud Kept hearing it Low in the crowd Now the cable’s in And the amp runs hot I’m finding out What I kept and forgot One more pass Let the fingers slide Take that turn A little wide Bring it home With a crooked smile That’s the sound I’ve been chasing a while Kick the dust Let it fly Got some blood Left in the wire Kick the dust Set it loose This old riff Still cuts through Kick the dust Off the floor Thought I was done Now I want more Turn it up Let it break through This old riff Still cuts through Leave it plugged in. I’m not done yet.
