Throttle Born and Road Bound


Raised on chrome and gasoline,
Dust and thunder in my soul.
Mama prayed I’d find some peace,
But I was born to lose control.

Blacktop sermons in the wind,
Tales of sin from way back when.
Tattooed stories down my arm,
A rebel’s oath to do no harm—unless I gotta.

I’m throttle born and road bound, baby,
Burnin' daylight with the throttle down.
Freedom roars like a battle cry,
Ain’t no cage gonna make me lie.
Yeah, throttle born and road bound, baby,
Rollin’ wild through every town.

Broken lines and red-hot steel,
Midnight ghosts on two wheels.
The law’s been chasin’ my rearview,
But they can’t outrun what I do.

Every mile’s a hymn I scream,
In the church of chrome and gasoline.
No apologies, no regret,
Just the roar of a life well met.

I’m throttle born and road bound, baby,
Leave the past in a dust trail cloud.
Gears grind truth, the rest is lies,
I got fire burnin’ in these skies.
Yeah, throttle born and road bound, baby,
Heart of leather, soul unbowed.

Some folks dream of fences white,
But me, I ride into the night.
Stars my roof, fate my guide,
A throttle grip, my one true bride.

I’m throttle born and road bound, baby,
Chasin' freedom like a runaway sound.
One last ride before the dawn,
If I die now, I’ll die headstrong.
Yeah, throttle born and road bound, baby,
Born to ride and never slow down.

Throttle born…
Road bound…
And gone.

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Writer: HL Shields/Songsmith