(Title: “Ash & Chrome Oath” — BadExampl Verse 1 Backroad dust on a cut-off vest, Square and compass beatin’ in my chest, Cold steel horse and a southern sky, Brothers roll deep, yeah we ride or die. Boot heels knock on the lodge room floor, Same old truths that we swore before, Light in the dark, yeah we guard that flame, Different roads but we bleed the same. Pre-Chorus From the gravel to the gavel, hear the call tonight, We don’t break, we bend—keep the faith in sight. Chorus We’re ash and chrome, carved in stone, Widow’s Sons and we ride our own, From the rising sun to the setting line, We keep that word through space and time. Engines roar like a preacher’s tone, Truth runs deep in the blood and bone, No matter where that road may run, We’re Masons first—Widow’s Sons. Verse 2 White lines blur on a midnight run, Headlights cut like a loaded gun, Wind whispers secrets we ain’t forgot, Every mile’s a lesson that the world ain’t taught. Apron folded in a saddlebag, Past lives haunt but we never drag, Lift a brother when he can’t stand tall, That’s the code—we don’t let him fall. Pre-Chorus Through the trials and the miles, we don’t lose our way, Every scar’s a mark of the dues we pay. Chorus We’re ash and chrome, carved in stone, Widow’s Sons and we ride our own, From the rising sun to the setting line, We keep that word through space and time. Engines roar like a preacher’s tone, Truth runs deep in the blood and bone, No matter where that road may run, We’re Masons first—Widow’s Sons. Bridge Yeah the world don’t see what the symbols mean, Just a patch on leather and a rebel scene, But there’s more in the grip and the silent sign, Than the loudest words in a crooked line. We ain’t perfect men but we work that plan, Turn rough stone smooth any way we can, Two wheels roll but the spirit stands— Bound by oath, not by demand. Breakdown (half-time feel) Throttle down, let the engine pray, Hear the past in the pipes we lay, Every brother’s name in the wind we chase, Every fallen rider still sets the pace. Final Chorus We’re ash and chrome, carved in stone, Widow’s Sons and we ride our own, From the rising sun to the setting line, We keep that word through space and time. Engines roar like a preacher’s tone, Truth runs deep in the blood and bone, No matter where that road may run, We’re Masons first—Widow’s Sons. Outro So if you see that line in the rearview fade, Know it’s more than a choice we made, It’s a life, it’s a bond, it’s a sacred run— Oklahoma … Widow’s Sons.
