The County Line Run

A fast dark country rock track unfolds with gritty electric guitars and deep, resonant male bariton voice riding on a heavy groove, Thick bass locks with a pounding bass drum, while the verses simmer with tension, The instrumental break spotlights a searing guitar solo, adding weight and fast emotion

(Verse 1) Well, I saw the blue lights flashin' in the dust behind my wheel. Sheriff Miller’s mad as hell, I know just how he feels. He caught me runnin' shine across the Old Dominion bridge. Now we’re playin' cat and mouse along the rocky ridge! (Chorus) Push it to the redline, pray the tires hold! I ain't gonna trade my freedom for a pot of gold. Engine’s screamin' mercy, dust is flyin' high. I gotta cross the County Line before I die! Yeah, catch me if you can! (Verse 2) He’s got a V8 Interceptor, shiny, black and new. But I know this dirt road better than the boys in blue. Left a hairpin turn, I drifted through the gate. Sorry, Sheriff Miller, looks like you’re gonna be late! Ha-ha! (Bridge) Fifty yards to go, I see the sign ahead. If I don't make it over, I’m surely better dead. Gravel spittin' backwards, cracking on his windshield. I ain't never gonna stop, I ain't never gonna yield! (Chorus) Push it to the redline, pray the tires hold! I ain't gonna trade my freedom for a pot of gold. Engine’s screamin' mercy, dust is flyin' high. I gotta cross the County Line before I die! (Outro) (Spoken, breathless/laughing): Better luck next time, boys! Safe at home.

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