Lyric

Neon edges on the highway

Faster winds across the pines

Whiskey heat inside my chest

Rolling down these county lines

Tire kicks on gravel rhythm

Headlights cutting through the night

Every mile sparks up the engine—

Feels like something set alight

I got trouble in the rearview

But the road pulls me ahead

Heartbeat syncs with drums that

Shake the dust beneath the tread

Whiskey County Lines

Where the fast-lane spirit shines

Kick it up and keep it moving

Let the night redraw the signs

Three guitars run together

Like a wildfire in the pines

Whiskey County Lines—

Where my soul still rides

Moonlight spinning on the hood

Radio humming something mean

Every chord cuts like a knife

Sharp and dirty, gasoline

Fog is sliding off the ridges

But I push it down the road

Got no time to drown in memories—

I just let the engine load

I ain’t searching for forgiveness

Only air that feels alive

Where the rhythm shakes the shadows

And the night begins to thrive

Whiskey County Lines

Where the fast-lane spirit shines

Kick the dust and keep it rolling

Let the past fall out of sight

Three guitars run together

Like a wildfire in the pines

Whiskey County Lines—

Where my soul still rides

Some roads whisper

Some roads scream—

But all of them keep chasing down a run-down dream

Let the Hammond roar

Let the sky ignite—

I’m alive between the guardrails of this southern night

Whiskey County Lines

Where my heartbeat realigns

All the ghosts fade in the distance

Left behind in broken time

Three guitars blaze together

Burning hot across the night

Whiskey County Lines—

Carry me to the light