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Throttle Open Dark Country Music - Dark Country Boy
The engine growls like a wolf in the night
Headlights slicing through the dying light
A pistol in the saddle, a map in my hand
I'll ride till my bones turn to desert sand
Bury me with the throttle open wide
Let the wind be the preacher when I ride
No tombstone, no name, just the grit of the land
Scatter my soul where the wheels kiss the sand
The horizon's a line I'll never quite reach
Every mile's a lesson this road will teach
Tires hum a hymn that the lost understand
On this trail where I'm fading man to sand
Bury me with the throttle open wide
Let the wind be the preacher when I ride
No tombstone, no name, just the grit of the land
Scatter my soul where the wheels kiss the sand
The stars light my way like lanterns in the dark
Every mile I ride is another fading spark
I'll trade this leather saddle for the great unknown
Where the open road turns to dust and bone
Bury me with the throttle open wide
Let the wind be the preacher when I ride
No tombstone, no name, just the grit of the land
Scatter my soul where the wheels kiss the sand