[Verse 1] Sunrise bleedin' crimson, over fields of ash and bone Old Lucifer got restless, tired of his fiery throne Said, "Georgia's had its fiddle gold, Hell's gettin' kinda tame" "Gonna take my rig to Nashville, and set that town aflame!" His tractor ain't no John Deere green, it's wrought iron, black as sin Ten thousand tortured horses shriekin' from the beast within! Brimstone plow and a chrome skull hitch, exhaust pipes belchin' soot The Devil's drivin' diesel, Nashville, watch him put down roots! [Chorus - Faster tempo, double bass drumming kicks in, gang vocals on the last line] HELL YEAH! Hear the engine ROAR! The Devil's knockin' on Nashville's door! Got a ten-ton terror, slicin' through the night Gonna turn your country gentle into country metal FRIGHT! No fiddle in a case, just CHAINS AND SPIKES! The Devil's tractor's comin' for your MUSIC CITY LIGHTS! [Verse 2] Down I-24 he thundered, a demon on the loose Past sleepin' congregations, cookin' his own hellish goose Pulled up on Lower Broadway, tourists scattered, beers went flyin' Parked that infernal harvester right where the neon signs were dyin' He didn't want no Bluebird showcase, or a quiet writer's round He came to stomp the Ryman's stage into unholy ground! Pedal taverns swerved and crashed, the bachelorettes all screamed The Devil just grinned wider, "This is better than I dreamed!" [Chorus - Even more aggressive, more guttural] HELL YEAH! Hear the engine ROAR! The Devil's knockin' on Nashville's door! Got a ten-ton terror, slicin' through the night Gonna turn your country gentle into country metal FRIGHT! No fiddle in a case, just CHAINS AND SPIKES! The Devil's tractor's comin' for your MUSIC CITY LIGHTS! [Guitar Solo - A blistering, shredding solo that incorporates demonic-sounding whammy bar dives, heavy down-tuned riffs, and a brief, frantic, distorted banjo or fiddle lick that gets crushed by the guitar again] [Bridge] He walked into Tootsie's, kicked the jukebox 'til it bled Ordered up a whiskey, neat, then raised the dead! The ghosts of country legends rose, with hollow, burning eyes (We came for honky-tonkin', not for your infernal lies!) The Devil laughed, "Boys, times have changed, your gentle sound is through!" "We're makin' deals for number ones, your soul will see you through!" He signed a few new contracts, in blood, beneath the bar's dim gleam Turning hopeful six-string dreamers to a metal-plated scream! [Chorus - Full power, maybe a key change up for intensity] HELL YEAH! Hear the engine ROAR! The Devil's CRASHIN' through Nashville's door! Got a ten-ton terror, BATHED IN HELLISH LIGHT! He TURNED your country gentle into country metal FRIGHT! No fiddle in a case, just CHAINS AND SPIKES! The Devil's tractor OWNS your MUSIC CITY LIGHTS! [Outro - Tempo slows to a heavy, doomy stomp] Yeah, the asphalt's crackin', feel the ground begin to shake... [Growl] Nashville's got a new king... for goodness freakin' sake! [Sound of a massive tractor engine revving hard, then cutting off abruptly, followed by a single, distorted guitar chord that fades into feedback and a demonic chuckle]
