Dust & Distortion"

Grew up on vinyl, scratches and gold Waylon and Cash telling stories of old A twelve-string humming in the evening light Holding onto memories through a southern night I fell in love with the pedal steel chime Simple truths from a simpler time ​ Then I plugged my guitar in a cranked-up amp Left a trail of dust by the porch-side lamp Crossed the line where the quiet ends Where the twang of the country and the leather blends! ​ Gimme that dust and distortion, loud and raw! Breaking the speed of the outlaw law! Seventies heart with a punk rock soul Country twang taking total control! Tap your feet, stomp the floor Give me that Cowpunk, I want more! ​ Well, the radio plays what they tell it to play But I like my music the honest way A wooden box and a story to tell Mixed with a thunder that rings like a bell Old-school roots with a brand-new bite Keeping us dancing through the night ​ Gimme that dust and distortion, loud and raw! Breaking the speed of the outlaw law! Seventies heart with a punk rock soul Country twang taking total control! Tap your feet, stomp the floor Give me that Cowpunk, I want more! One, two, three, four! ​ Gimme that dust and distortion, loud and raw! Breaking the speed of the outlaw law! Seventies heart with a punk rock soul Country twang taking total control! Tap your feet, stomp the floor Give me that Cowpunk, I want more! ​ Seventies soul, Punk rock heat! Dust and distortion!