[Intro] [Heavy kick drum, acoustic guitar strumming slow and heavy] [Distorted dobro slide guitar riff] (Yeah... spit on the gravel) [Verse 1] Five AM on a cracked concrete floor Black coffee burnin’ through an old tin door Got twenty-two stitches in a pair of steel toes Where the river runs dry and the poison ivy grows Sun cuts hard through the pine tree line Another dead-end ticket for a nickel and dime [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up with driving snare and tambourine] Sweat on the collar, grease on the hand Tryna scratch a livin’ from a cursed red land Wind says "quit," but the blood says "fight" Ain't seen the devil, but I smell him tonight [Chorus] [Explosive southern rock guitars, booming kick] We’re built of iron, we’re baptized in dust Holdin’ together while the tractors rust Ain’t no mercy on a red-dirt road Just a heavy heart pullin’ an overloaded load Pour that bourbon, let the engine scream Buryin’ bones in a shattered American dream [Verse 2] [Guitar eases back to a chugging rhythm] Daddy told me once: "Boy, don't look back" Left his shadow layin’ across the railroad track Now the debt man's knockin' like a copperhead strike I got a loaded four-ten leanin' by the porch light Calloused hands grip the steering wheel tight Ain't runnin' from nothin' that I can't out-bite [Pre-Chorus] Sweat on the collar, grease on the hand Scratchin' out a life from a hard-luck land Wind says "stop," but the motor says "go" Headlights cuttin' through the weeds down below [Chorus] [Big and aggressive, full band backing] We’re built of iron, we’re baptized in dust Holdin’ together while the tractors rust Ain’t no mercy on a red-dirt road Just a heavy heart pullin’ an overloaded load Pour that bourbon, let the engine scream Buryin’ bones in a shattered American dream [Guitar Solo] [Blistering southern slide guitar, howling bend notes] [Bridge] [Music drops out to just a stomping boot and lone acoustic guitar] Lord knows the preacher talked a mighty fine line 'Bout savin' your soul while he took your last dime [Gravelly vocal, half-spoken] Well, heaven’s got clouds... but hell's got grit And this southern mud don't give a damn about it [Guitar swell - huge build] [Chorus] [Maximum energy, gritty belted vocals] 'Cause we’re built of iron, we’re baptized in dust! Holdin’ together while the tractors rust! Ain’t no mercy on a red-dirt road Just a heavy heart pullin’ an overloaded load Pour that bourbon, let the engine scream Buryin’ bones in a shattered American dream! [Outro] [Fading drums, lingering slide guitar whine] Baptized in dust... Iron and rust... (Cough) Let it burn down. [End]
