[Verse 1] Woke up this morning to the smell of ozone and pine Sun beatin' down on the Georgia line Got a Peterbilt prophet, call her "The Matriarch" Spittin' fire and judgment, leavin' nothin' but a mark She gargles gravel for breakfast, drinks diesel for wine Got ten tons of trouble on that Mason-Dixon line Yeah, the chrome skull on the grille is polished up so bright Reflectin' the sins of a Saturday night. [Chorus] Got a V8 sermon and a full-moon grin! A red clay baptism, born again in sin! Got a Cummins heartbeat and a Delta Queen! Livin' on high-test and cheap nicotine! Yeah! This ain't no daydream, this ain't no lie! Just cinder and chrome beneath a blood-orange sky! [Verse 2] Now the woman beside me, she ain't no debutante She was forged in the fire of what the good Lord forgot Got eyes like a storm brewin' over the plains And calloused hands from holdin' the reins She tastes like whiskey, smells like summer rain Can quote you the gospel and then she'll curse your damn name She keeps a sawed-off shotgun underneath her seat And her bare feet on the dash can't be beat. [Chorus] Got a V8 sermon and a full-moon grin! A red clay baptism, born again in sin! Got a Cummins heartbeat and a Delta Queen! Livin' on high-test and cheap nicotine! Yeah! This ain't no daydream, this ain't no lie! Just cinder and chrome beneath a blood-orange sky! [Bridge] [Guitar Solo] The highway's a serpent of asphalt and bone... And we're ridin' its back to the kudzu throne... The radio's preachin' 'bout fire and flood... And the tires are singin' in the Mississippi mud... Yeah... singin' in the mud... A low-gear gospel... For the misunderstood... Come on! [Outro] Cinder... and Chrome... Yeah... bringin' it home... Sun-scorched angel... Diesel-fueled god...
