Burning Down that County Line

GO FUCK YOURSELF (I AM MINE TO HOLD) [Intro – Low Harmonica, Resonator Guitar & Deep Drums] Blacktop. Midnight. Tank full of gasoline. There’s a voice waiting… On the county line. [Verse 1] A voice in my head Told me I was too much, Said I should be less, It decreed like a judge. It would sharpen my flaws In the mirror of my mind, Had me folding under Like I was out of time. I was choking off My own potential, Drowning in a script That called me accidental. [Pre-Chorus] Then my sister said, "Write it in ink." Not the pencil marks They taught me to shrink. She held up my name Like a match in the dark, And I saw a way out Through the crack in my heart. [Chorus] GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU'LL BE THE ONE THAT FUELS ME. GO FUCK YOURSELF, I’LL CHANGE TO BE A BETTER ME. TOO MUCH? TOO BAD, I FORGED MY FIRE INTO GOLD. GO FUCK YOURSELF— I AM MINE TO HOLD. Let that old doubt howl tonight, Let my lightning tear across the sky. If that voice wants a ride— Tell it step aside. I'M BURNING DOWN THAT COUNTY LINE. [Instrumental – Harmonica & Heavy Tom Drums] [Verse 2] Twenty years of Inverting the line, When they said, "Stand back," I leaned into the shine. When it said, "You’re broken," I showed the blueprints, How I run my flame, How I make my own sense. From I to we, We built something real, Hands on the table— No shame, no conceal. We were friction first, Then we caught a spark, Now every scar Is a map in the dark. [Pre-Chorus] My sister said, "Don't hand them the pen." You can make a door Where the wall had been. So I stepped through With my real name on, And the old false voice Started coming undone. [Chorus] GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU'LL BE THE ONE THAT FUELS ME. GO FUCK YOURSELF, I’LL BE THE CHANGE I WANNA SEE. TOO MUCH? TOO BAD, I FORGED MY FIRE INTO GOLD. GO FUCK YOURSELF— I AM MINE TO HOLD. Let that old doubt howl tonight, Let my lightning tear across the sky. If that voice wants a ride— Tell it step aside. I'M BURNING DOWN THAT COUNTY LINE. [Breakdown – Banjo, Jaw Harp & Deep Bass] Black road. Black sky. White lines Flying by. Six strings. Four wheels. One hell Of a way to stay alive. [Instrumental – Dirty Slide Guitar & Harmonica] [Bridge – Low Vocal, Piano] The heaviest part Of caring is this: How alone it feels When your own mind twists. So I built a hull For the years and the storms, With the people I love— We were made for more. Now the questions come And they still arrive, But the house we made Answers back at night. [Build – Floor Toms] So turn that key… Let her breathe… Three… Two… ONE! [Final Chorus] GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU'LL BE THE ONE THAT FUELS ME. GO FUCK YOURSELF, I’LL TAKE THE RISK TO CHASE MY DREAMS. TOO MUCH? TOO BAD, I FORGED MY FIRE INTO GOLD. GO FUCK YOURSELF— I AM MINE TO HOLD. GO FUCK YOURSELF, WE ARE THE LIGHT WE NEEDED. GO FUCK YOURSELF, THIS CHORUS WON’T BE SILENCED. TOO MUCH? TOO BAD, WE BUILT A LIFE OUT OF SCARS. GO FUCK YOURSELF— IT’S MY TIME TO START THE CAR. [Outro – Lone Harmonica & Low Resonator Guitar] Blacktop. Sunrise. Still got half a tank. …good enough.