The Lord's Iron Horse
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- male vocalist
- guitar
- southern gospel
- religious
- choral
- backing vocals
- background music
Lyrics
Intro
Oh oh
Lord have mercy
Oh Lord
Chorus
He’s coming on a chrome machine
Blue exhaust and righteous thunder
King of kings on two wide wheels
Looking for the souls gone under
Rolling past the cotton rows
Heaven knows where the rubber goes
Verse 1
Polished steel
Glimmering bright across the valley
Sunlight catching on the handlebars
He won't use no gilded palace
Riding down the highway lane
Cooling down the heat and pain
Watch the wind pull through his hair
He is everywhere
Pre-Chorus
Black leather vest
I find rest
Praise His name
Burning flame
Chorus
He’s coming on a chrome machine
Blue exhaust and righteous thunder
King of kings on two wide wheels
Looking for the souls gone under
Rolling past the cotton rows
Heaven knows where the rubber goes
Verse 2
Knuckles white upon the grips
He saw the cross and He saw the grave
He saw the world and He saw me
Lifting up the spirit that He came to save
The engine speaks a holy sound
Lifting my feet off the ground
No more tears
Moving through the gears
Pre-Chorus
Black leather vest
I find rest
Praise His name
Burning flame
Chorus
He’s coming on a chrome machine
Blue exhaust and righteous thunder
King of kings on two wide wheels
Looking for the souls gone under
Rolling past the cotton rows
Heaven knows where the rubber goes
Bridge
Vroom vroom
The savior's here
Vroom vroom
Cast out your fear
Vroom vroom
Hallelujah in the air
Chorus
He’s coming on a chrome machine
Blue exhaust and righteous thunder
King of kings on two wide wheels
Looking for the souls gone under
Rolling past the cotton rows
Heaven knows where the rubber goes
Chorus
He’s coming on a chrome machine
Blue exhaust and righteous thunder
King of kings on two wide wheels
Looking for the souls gone under
Rolling past the cotton rows
Heaven knows where the rubber goes
Chorus
He’s coming on a chrome machine
Blue exhaust and righteous thunder
King of kings on two wide wheels
Looking for the souls gone under
Rolling past the cotton rows
Heaven knows where the rubber goes
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