[Intro] [Spacious, smoky Hammond organ chord followed by a slow, heavy electric blues guitar riff with no acoustic twang] [Verse 1] You smile so high, you look so proud. You speak my name, you laugh out loud. You think you won, you think you're free. But heavy scales, will turn on thee. [Verse 2] The wheel goes round, the clock will strike. You'll taste the gravel, on the pike. You cross the line, you play it mean. But fate will clear, the dirty screen. [Chorus] [Drums drop into a deep, heavy British blues groove with rich vocal harmonies] Further down the line, further down the track. The wind will blow, the sky turns black. You'll reap the seeds, you sowed today. Further up the road, you're gonna pay. [Dynamic Drop] [Explosion of crashing cymbals, a thick fat guitar chord, and a sustained, weeping blues-rock guitar bend] [Verse 3] You left me standing, in the cold. A cheap decision, quickly sold. But power shifts, and empires fall. You'll find your back, against the wall. [Verse 4] The road is long, the blacktop burns. A lesson comes, when the highway turns. You mock my tears, you mock my name. But further up the road, you'll feel the flame. [Guitar Solo] [A slow, screaming, highly melodic 1960s British blues guitar solo, keeping the steady, heavy rhythm pocket] [Outro] [The music strips back to a pulsing bassline, steady drum beat, and a rich, layered female vocal harmony] Further up the road. Yes, you're gonna pay. Watch the highway turn. Taste the gravel. [Fade out on a long, echoing minor organ chord]
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