[Intro] (Raw acoustic strumming, joined by a weeping pedal steel) (Exploding into a heavy electric Southern rock riff and driving drum beat) (Gritty throat clear) [Verse 1] White limestone kicking off the back left tire Sun setting red like a barn on fire Cut through the cedar where the river runs deep Got a shadow on my tail that don't ever sleep Three hundred miles out of Luckenbach town Driving like the law’s gonna pull me down [Pre-Chorus] (Guitars chug, bass pulses) Let the river rise, let the lightning crack Ain't no turnaround on a one-way track! [Chorus] (Full band explosion, high-energy beat) Lost in the Guadalupe dust! Iron in the water and the iron in the rust! Rolling down the ridge with a heavy right shoe Grit in my teeth and a bottle of proof! Out here the rules don't mean a single thing Just the highway noise and a telecaster scream! Yeah, lost in the Guadalupe dust! [Verse 2] Stoked up the engine at the county line Leaving all the trouble in the county behind Old boots worn down, belt buckle scratched Trading in the dark for a lit wood match Country in my bones, but the rock in my head Is loud enough to wake up the Hill Country dead! [Pre-Chorus] (Guitars chug, bass pulses) Let the river rise, let the lightning crack Ain't no turnaround on a one-way track! [Chorus] (Full band explosion, high-energy beat) Lost in the Guadalupe dust! Iron in the water and the iron in the rust! Rolling down the ridge with a heavy right shoe Grit in my teeth and a bottle of proof! Out here the rules don't mean a single thing Just the highway noise and a telecaster scream! Yeah, lost in the Guadalupe dust! [Guitar Solo] (Driving Southern rock solo mixing twin electric leads with a fast, screaming pedal steel fill, heavy drum wallop) [Bridge] (Stripped back kick-drum thump, deep bassline, subtle acoustic strum) (Raspy, low spoken vocal) Out in these hills... you either tame the land... Or you let the dust cover up where you stood. (Fast snare build-up, guitar bend screaming back in!) [Chorus] (Maximum energy, full vocal roar) Lost in the Guadalupe dust! Iron in the water and the iron in the rust! Rolling down the ridge with a heavy right shoe Grit in my teeth and a bottle of proof! Out here the rules don't mean a single thing Just the highway noise and a telecaster scream! Yeah, lost in the Guadalupe dust! [Outro] (Blazing guitar solo fading out over stomping drums and roaring bass) Hill Country grit! Let that river roll! (Final crashing drum fill, ringing guitar feedback fade) [End]
