Crazy Song

©Amir Softic Lyrics are from friend of mine, @CrazyK13, who asked me to make him a song. His lyrics, AI music. Cheers! LYRICS: Cromes pipes screaming down the I-45 Just an outlaw man glad to be alive Black leather 3 tier vest and a bug-splat grin Chasing down the sunset, running from my sin I had a bottle in the saddlebag, purple velvet crown The kind of liquid courage that'll burn city down With a pack of unfiltered burning in my hand I was a high-speed ghost in a low-rent land From the whiskey in the bottle to the water in the well I've walked the line of heaven and I've rung the bell of hell From the muddy pipeline trenches to the white light of the World The sweetest song of mercy is the one I finally heard Yeah, I'm trading in the thunder for a little bit of peace Finding that the greatest love is the one that brings release Spend ten years digging in the heavy river clay Building pipelines for the nation, just to throw my pay away Hard work, hard living and a heavy-handed pour Always looking for a finish line but wanting something more The scars upon my knuckles match the ones upon my soul Trying to find a logic in a life out of control Then I hit a stretch of highway where the shadows grow too long And I realized all my life I'd been singing the wrong song From the whiskey in the bottle to the water in the well I've walked the line of heaven and I've rung the bell of hell From the muddy pipeline trenches to the white light of the world The sweetest song of mercy is the one I finally heard Yeah, I'm trading in the thunder for a little bit of peace Finding that the greatest love is the one that brings release Now the bike is in the garage, but the chrome still shine like new I still take her out on Sundays when the sky is clear and blue But I am riding towards a kingdom, not running from the past I found a different kind of Spirit, one I know is gonna last I laid down the tobacco and I poured the crown away I knelt down in the gravel and I finally learned to pray I accepted the Carpenter, the one who knows my name Now I am living life well, with a quite, steady hand Settled down and rooted in the promise of the land. Pipeline's finished. The engine's humming low. I've got Jesus in the saddle.... And a long way left to go. Yeah, I'm living life well. Riding home.