Tithe and Twist the Throttle Outlaw Preacher Song - Dark Country Boy
Preacher said the road is in highway's cursed
But I found my church in the rumble and the thirst
Leather cracked face stitched into my sleeve
Holy rebellion ain't a thing you believe
Tide and twist the throttle riding to the fire
Salvation in the smoke no choir no wire
Born to break chains with the devil at my heels
Still and soul spinning on these burning wheels
High noon sunburns tattoos on my skin
Every mile I take the ghost I'm shedding thin
Bibles in the dust gasoline in my veins
Hymns are the growl of the engine's chains
Tide and twist the throttle riding to the fire
Salvation in the smoke no choir no wire
Born to break chains with the devil at my heels
Still and soul spinning on these burning wheels
Ash and road meet where sinners collide
Torn angels scream as we swallow the ride
Smoke clouds heaven but we're too damn loud
No kneeling here just the outlaw crowd
Tide and twist the throttle riding to the fire
Salvation in the smoke no choir no wire
Born to break chains with the devil at my heels
Still and soul spinning on these burning wheels