Boots hit the ground, the crew rolls in The tools come down and the beat begins We got fire in our chests and fists full of flame When the tools drop, you’ll remember our name Hammer down – no turnin’ back Drive that spike on a smokin’ track Hammer down – hear the mountains shake This is the road that we were born to make Drums pound out like a steamin’ train We’re layin’ line through sweat and strain Got dust in our lungs and grit in our veins But our groove will echo through the plains Hammer down – no turnin’ back Drive that spike on a smokin’ track Hammer down – hear the mountains shake This is the road that we were born to make Drive it deep now… hold that line... Guitar Solo: Rod Mill Hammer down – no turnin’ back Drive that spike on a smokin’ track Hammer down – hear the mountains shake This is the road that we were born to make Hammer... down...
