Hell Ain’t Home, But I Ride There

The wind don’t whisper, it growls my name, Every town looks the same. I ain’t lookin’ for no grace, Just a light I can’t replace.

Every sin’s a mile I’ve known, Every ghost still walks me home.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there slow, Through the fire where the wild winds blow. No crown, no cross, no debt to pay — Hell ain’t home, but I ride that way.

I’ve seen mercy lose its shine, Watched good men fall outta line. If heaven waits, it waits alone, Hell ain’t home, but it’s carved in stone.

Every truth I’ve left behind, Still burns bright inside my mind.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there proud, Under thunder singin’ loud. No angel’s song, no preacher’s say — Hell ain’t home, but I ride that way.

I don’t pray and I don’t run, Every sin weighs like the sun. Still I rise, still I roam, Hell ain’t home… but it feels like home.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there free, With the fire behind and the wind on me. If the road don’t end, I’ll never stay — Hell ain’t home, but I ride that way.

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