Ashes on the Highway

Описание: We were kings of the blacktop, ridin’ steel and gasoline,
Leather cuts and loaded guns, livin’ hard, dyin’ mean.
Brothers bound in blood and sin, chasin’ nothin’ but the night,
But every road that shines like silver’s got a shadow hidin’ light.

I remember Red on the front line, laughin’ like he couldn’t die,
But a bullet don’t ask questions, it just sings a lullaby.
We buried him at daybreak, under skies the color of rust,
And every shovel full of dirt felt like betrayal of our trust.

Now it’s ashes on the highway, ghosts behind my wheels,
Names carved into whiskey, memories I feel.
We were brothers, we were outlaws, now we're stories whisperin’ thin—
I keep ridin’, ‘cause if I stop, I’ll hear the silence rollin’ in.

Johnny got the cuffs one morning, federal boys came callin’ in,
Kicked the door like revelation, dragged him off for all his sins.
He wrote me from a cold cell, said the night don’t sound the same,
Said the echo of a highway haunts him like a dying flame.

Snake turned snitch for money, thought betrayal bought him peace,
But the truth is every dollar’s just a link in your own leash.
They found him by the state line, with a pistol on his chest,
As if he left that final message: dyin’ still feels like a test.


Now it’s ashes on the highway, ghosts behind my wheels,
Names carved into whiskey, memories I feel.
We were brothers, we were outlaws, now we're stories whisperin’ thin—
I keep ridin’, ‘cause if I stop, I’ll hear the silence rollin’ in.

Maybe fate was always circlin’, maybe Hell just runs on chrome,
Maybe we were never legends, just some men with no true home.
But I still hear their engines thunder in the dark behind my spine,
Like they're ridin’ with me always, just beyond the county line.

Now I’m the last one wearin’ colors, though they’re faded, torn, and scarred,
Every stitch a memory, every patch a battle hard.
I ride alone at sundown, past the bars we burned with pride,
Past the crossroads where we swore we'd never leave each other's side.

Yeah, it’s ashes on the highway, ghosts behind my wheels,
Time has taken everything but the way that thunder feels.
We were brothers, we were outlaws—now the wind repeats our sin,
And I keep ridin’ through the darkness,
’Cause if I stop… the silence wins.

So here’s to the ones who fell, to the ones who won’t come back—
I’ll keep your shadows in my mirrors, keep your names along my track.
And when the reaper finally flags me, tells me it’s my time to bend,
I’ll throttle up and meet you brothers—
On that cold, forgotten end.