Texas & Back

rollin' thru texas
 & the road hawgs are on their way
 rock turns to dust - metal to rust
 & the nothing we have is all that's left today
 the dogs are howlin' - no sun in days
 get down & don't make a sound
 & they'll never know that we where here
 catch that roach
 & watch the sun go down
 as the asphalt melts - we're gonna ride it out!
 nerves of steel - behind the wheel
 pushin' on to play the part that's mine
 in an outlaw order - devils dressed in style
 cross the parish line - with an illegal smile
 if we make it home - we're fine
 so sit back, relax & ride
 now isn't it great to be alive
 i run alone to die
 oh no - here it comes & if it's found we're goin' down!
 my mean machine makes the perfect get-away
 as the blood rushes by
 fuzz-busta screamin'
 smokies creapin' to the texas line
 and the jam will get you every time
 my brothers won't let me down!