Three Sheets to the Wind Blues

Verse 3

Rusted wheels keep turning

Night falls cold and mean

Highway hum in my veins

Riding through the unseen

Hands are black with trouble

Boots stained by the mile

I keep rolling down hard

Ain’t seen peace for a while

Chorus

Grit under every footstep

Smoke clings to my soul

Thunder rolling behind me

Still chasing for control