Hell at the State Line

Lyrics [fast southern country rock outlaw anthem, male lead vocals with female harmony shouts in chorus, gritty slide guitar, heavy bass, driving drums, cinematic chase energy] [Verse 1] Dust in the rearview, sirens in the wind, Every mile we steal feels like a mortal sin. Your hand’s on the wheel, mine’s on the Colt, Both of us praying the engine won’t choke. [Pre-Chorus] The lights are closer, the night’s on fire, We’re burning rubber like a funeral pyre. [Chorus] Hell at the state line, nowhere to hide, It’s freedom or a grave on the other side. One more mile, one more fight, We’ll be legends if we make it through tonight. [Verse 2] Gas tank’s bleeding, moon’s hanging low, Tires screaming on the county road. You laugh like a devil, I swear we’re cursed, But if this is the end, I’ll take it head first. [Pre-Chorus] The lights are closer, the night’s on fire, We’re burning rubber like a funeral pyre. [Chorus] Hell at the state line, nowhere to hide, It’s freedom or a grave on the other side. One more mile, one more fight, We’ll be legends if we make it through tonight. [Bridge] If they catch us, they’ll write us down in shame, But if we cross that border, they’ll remember our names. [Final Chorus] Hell at the state line, nowhere to hide, It’s freedom or a grave on the other side. One more mile, one more fight, We’ll be legends if we make it through tonight.