Hell Ain’t Home, But I Ride There

I was raised where the dust don’t rest, Where sin’s a badge, not a test. The sky don’t listen, the ground don’t care, You live or die — but you do it fair.

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

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there slow, Firelight fades where the lost souls go. Got no halo, got no throne — Hell ain’t home, but I ride there alone.

They said the West don’t need no kings, Just men who burn and wear their rings. I ain’t holy, I ain’t clean, But my shadow rides between.

Blood for truth, bone for pride, You don’t beg, you just ride.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there proud, Every storm still sings out loud. No mercy, no direction shown — Hell ain’t home, but I ride there alone.

Let the reaper take his time, He’s late to men like me. I don’t pray for peace or wine — Just wind and company.

If the sky falls black, I’ll stand, Iron heart and steady hand. When they ask what flag I own, Tell ’em dust — and dust alone.

Hell ain’t home, but I ride there free, With fire behind and God in me. No hymn, no grace, no debt to atone — Hell ain’t home, but I ride there alone.

The road don’t end, it just fades in flame, And the wind still whispers my name.

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