© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- Still Got a Road in Me Heat on the dash and a crack in the glass, Bug marks burned in the chrome, Shirt stuck hard to the middle of my back, Half this county don’t feel like home. Chevron light buzzing down by the ditch, Radio talking in steam, I been running on smoke and a low-lit will, But I still got a road in me. You can strip a man down to his name, Wear his good luck thin, But you can’t stop that old wheel turning Once it starts up again. Still got a road in me, Deep as a cut runs clean, Down where the rust and the red dirt meet, Down where the hurt still breathes. I may be worn, I may be weathered, Meaner than I used to seem, But there’s still one mile of the old world left— Still got a road in me. There’s a screen door somewhere that I won’t hear slam, And a ring I don’t wear no more, One porch light gone in a town gone dim, And my shadow don’t fit that door. I crossed some lines that were mine to keep, Let a few good things go free, But every loss laid iron in the frame, And left a longer road in me. Night can bend you near to breaking, Leave you talking low and mean, But it can’t kill that line inside you If it still runs hot and clean. Still got a road in me, Deep as a cut runs clean, Down where the rust and the red dirt meet, Down where the hurt still breathes. I may be worn, I may be weathered, Meaner than I used to seem, But there’s still one mile of the old world left— Still got a road in me. Maybe I ain’t clean, maybe I ain’t whole, Maybe I wear too much night in my bones, But there’s still a long white line Running somewhere under my ribs, And every time that old engine moans, I know I ain’t done with it. Hear that blacktop calling my name again. Still got a road in me, Deep as a cut runs clean, Down where the rust and the red dirt meet, Down where the hurt still breathes. I may be worn, I may be weathered, Harder than I used to seem, But there’s still one mile of the old world left— Still got a road in me. Still got a road in me. Still got a road in me. Ain’t home yet... But I ain’t through...
