Hell Ain’t Home, But I Ride There

Born where mercy never stayed, Dust for bread and blood for trade. The sky don’t bless, it just burns and stares, I ride the line, and no one cares.

Ain’t no map for men like me, Just the road and what will be.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there still, Through the dark that don’t stand still. No crown, no light, no debt to pay — Hell ain’t home, but I ride that way.

Fire don’t judge and wind don’t pray, Truth burns clean in the desert gray. If the Lord don’t call my name, The dust will whisper just the same.

Every sin I’ve learned to own, I carved it deep and rode alone.

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

You can’t be lost if you never belonged. You can’t be saved if you’ve always been wrong. So I ride… till the sky forgets my face.

I ride through flame, I ride through rain, The fire calls my name again.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there free, With the fire behind and the wind on me. When the dust settles, I’ll still stay — Hell ain’t home, but I ride that way.

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