[Verse 1] Boots on the dash, hell in my smile Lit a church up just for style Broke your law and bent your rules This ain’t cowgirl shit – it’s breaking tools [Chorus] No saint on this saddle No prayers in this mouth Just a hot-blood howl Headed straight south Gasoline kisses and cuts that sting I ride alone — I don’t need your ring [Verse 2] Rode through town with the sirens loud Middle fingers high, screaming proud Bar stool bruises and blood-red lips If I sin, I sin with hips [Chorus – repeat] No saint on this saddle No prayers in this mouth Just a hot-blood howl Headed straight south Gasoline kisses and cuts that sting I ride alone — I don’t need your ring
