[intro – dirty blues riff, kick drum stompin’] Yeahhh… Rollin’ down the blacktop, sky burnin’ red, Got a long road behind and a long road ahead. They built a wall high, said “Boy, you’re done,” I just laughed, said “Watch me, son.” [verse 1] Got an engine for a heart, and it don’t break down, Got mud on my boots and steel in my sound. If there ain’t no trail, I’ll cut through the land, If there ain’t no bridge, I’ll build it by hand. [chorus – big and punchy] I will either find a way… or make one, Through the dust, through the rain, I’ll take one. Every chain you throw, I’ll shake, son, I will either find a way… or make one. [verse 2] Got a map in my head, and it’s all my own, Every mile that I take is a mile I’ve grown. They say “stop,” but that word don’t stick, I got a quick right hand and a mean guitar lick. [chorus – repeat with slide fills] I will either find a way… or make one, Through the dust, through the rain, I’ll take one. Every chain you throw, I’ll shake, son, I will either find a way… or make one. [guitar solo – swampy bends, slides, pinch harmonics] [bridge – slow groove, almost spoken] You can block my road — I’ll burn through the gate, You can stall my ride — but I don’t wait. You can dig your ditch — I’ll just lay a plank, You can drain my gas — still full in the tank. [final chorus – double guitar fills] I will either find a way… or make one, Through the dust, through the rain, I’ll take one. Every chain you throw, I’ll shake, son, I will either find a way… or make one. [outro – guitar riff fades with harmonics and stomp-clap]
