And the taste of good love in my
And the taste of good love in my mouth. I learned the rules, I fought, How to sleep under highway lights, But never learned how to stay in place, So I chased myself across every state. No peace for me, No rest at all, Only the road And fire in my chest. Hear the roar of the runaway? It rises like Judgment Day: No soft hands, no easy grace, Just hard wind cutting across my face. Hear the roar of the runaway? Can't stop, can't stay. If love was home, I've thrown it away, Now I'm riding till red dust fades. There's a note I keep on a Bible page, From a woman who loved me before the storm came. She said: "Come back when your heart gets tired," But I kept feeding that outlaw flame. Now my hands feel heavy, nights get long, Every engine sounds like a goodbye song. Still I roll... still I breathe, Still got something wild beneath. Got no peace, Got no rest, But know the truth Burning under my vest. Hear the roar of the runaway? It rises like Judgment Day: No soft hands, no easy grace, Just hard wind cutting across my face. Hear the roar of the runaway? Can't stop, can't stay. If love was home, I've thrown it away, Now I'm riding till red dust fades. Maybe one day I'll turn around, Leave this bike on forgiving ground. But not tonight, Not on this road. One more turn lies ahead. Rust and rebellion, Fire in the frame, Black tires roaring Under sinner's name. Rust and rebellion, Let the red dust rise, No fear lifting these outlaw eyes. Rust and rebellion, Tear through the light, Born with thunder and bad blood's might. I've got rust on my jacket and smoke in my hair, Long road grin and dead man's stare. Came up rough in nowhere town where boys got mean and mill shut down. Daddy drank hard, mama held tight, Learned to run before I learned to fight. That first old bike was a pile of scars, But took me farther than broken cars. No silver spoon, no easy track, Just black road forward and hell at my back. Rust and rebellion Running through my veins, Got dust in my heart and fire in chains. Rust and rebellion, No kneeling here, Keep chasing freedom on two wheels of steel. Sinners roll west, Where the sun goes down, Black bikes roaring under open sky. Sinners roll west, No crown, no chain, We ride through dust, fire, and rain. Sinners roll west, Let engines cry. Every hard man learns Under a hard blue sky. Thunder runs red, With a bad man by side, Dusting the land and fire inside. Thunder runs red, Let the wheels bite deep, No rest tonight, no time for sleep. Thunder runs red, Through this outlaw blood, But I'm more than the fire And more than the mud. Cold iron freedom, Let bass play low, Let snare hit hard, let slide guitar cry For men who ride. Cold iron freedom, No saints behind, Just a black bike and an open sky. Cold iron freedom, Carries my soul Through fire lines where wild winds roll. Cold iron freedom, Hard and grim, You're the only thing that understood him. This is my broken halo road, Devil close and truth inside. Been down with lost souls, but ain't done riding Till better days arrive. This is my broken halo road, Heavy load to bear, If grace can find a man like me, She'll find me rolling free.