Dust Trail Runaway

Dust on my boots from a long dusty trail, Runnin' from shadows that never quite fail. Whiskey in my veins like a fire untold, Good ol' boys stickin' together through cold.

We raise our fists to the rebel sky, Ain't no chains gonna hold us high. Singin' our hearts through the thunder and rain, Southern blood pumpin' wild in our veins. Freedom's our call, resilience our name, Crashin' through life like a runaway train.

Nights by the fire with stories that burn, Lessons from losses that twist and they turn. Bottle of blues chasin' ghosts in the dark, Leavin' the hurt with that first morning spark.

We raise our fists to the rebel sky, Ain't no chains gonna hold us high. Singin' our hearts through the thunder and rain, Southern blood pumpin' wild in our veins. Freedom's our call, resilience our name, Crashin' through life like a runaway train.

Road keeps on callin' with gravel and grit, Proud of the scars that the hard times have bit. Party 'til dawn with the brothers I know, Livin' for moments that steal the whole show.

Oh, the wind whispers secrets of pride we hold dear, No surrender, no fear, just the roar we all hear. Through the whiskey and woes, we rise up once more, Unbreakable souls on this wide open floor.

We raise our fists to the rebel sky, Ain't no chains gonna hold us high. Singin' our hearts through the thunder and rain, Southern blood pumpin' wild in our veins. Freedom's our call, resilience our name, Crashin' through life like a runaway train.

Yeah, runaway train...

Dust on my boots... freedom's our name...