[Intro] (Dusty vinyl crackle, slow slide guitar licks) [Heavy 808 Sub Bass Drop] (spoken, low, dry raspy voice) Okay... Here’s the cold, hard truth... [Verse 1] [Spoken Rap Flow] [Rhythmic Hip-Hop Delivery] [Male Lead] [smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, intimate authority, nocturnal warmth] [Tennessee Accent] Stuck halfway out, ain't no rollin' back Spent my last dime on a wrong-way track Today is all that I got to keep Down in this ditch where the shadows creep Stuck halfway out, ain't no place to turn... [Pre-Hook] [Fast Continuous Flow] [Spoken Rap] [smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, Tennessee Accent] Drop the hammer, Pedal down, you son of a bitch... Outta this ghost town... [Hook] [Chorus] [Female Backing Vocals] [High Crystal Soprano] [Dolly Parton Vocal Style] [Appalachian Soul] Ooh-aaah... The night is long and the shadows call... [Male Lead Response] [Raw Country Blues Delivery] [smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, intimate authority, nocturnal warmth] [Tennessee Twang] Gravel singin' like a funeral bell, One foot in Heaven, one foot in Hell. Today is all that's left inside my hand... [Short Harmonica Bridge] (Gritty, dusty blues harmonica riff over 85 BPM kick and deep 808 sub bass) [Verse 2] [Spoken Rap Flow] [Rhythmic Hip-Hop Delivery] [Male Lead] [smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, intimate authority, nocturnal warmth] [Tennessee Accent] Love? Man, that talk is a big mistake Ain't got no time for a lie or a fake No friends left, hoss, just the Lord and my rig Down in the mud where the wheels won't dig Lord-have-mercy, not a soul who cares Just diesel smoke and my own damn prayers... [Breath] [Vocal Catch] High beam cuttin' through the mountain fog Old-time twang hummin' through the smog Eighteen wheels on a midnight gunner... [Breath] For love and asphalt, I'm a long-haul runner... [Guitar Solo] [Heavy 808 Sub Bass Groove] (Twangy resonator guitar solo over deep 808 sub bass) [Pre-Hook] [Fast Continuous Flow] [Spoken Rap] [smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, Tennessee Accent] Drop the hammer, Pedal down, you son of a bitch... Outta this ghost town... [Hook] [Chorus] [Female Backing Vocals] [High Crystal Soprano] [Dolly Parton Vocal Style] [Appalachian Soul] Ooh-aaah... The night is long and the shadows call... [Male Lead Response] [Raw Country Blues Delivery] [smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, intimate authority, nocturnal warmth] [Tennessee Twang] Gravel singin' like a funeral bell, One foot in Heaven, one foot in Hell. Today is all that's left inside my hand... [Outro] [Bass Dropout] (Whistle-like lead accents fade into heavy 808 heartbeat kick) (spoken, smoky low baritone, dry rasp, close-mic, intimate authority, nocturnal warmth) Yeah... Welcome to my hell...
