Pine Line Holds The Night At Bay

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock, Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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Diesel breathes in cold dawn air Pine crowns guard the gravel shoulder Wires hum a quiet prayer Truck rests while the sky gets older Pine line holds the night at bay Telephone poles mark the way Eighteen wheels on holy ground Freedom in the engine sound Coffee steams in chipped white mug Map lights paint his weathered hands Miles roll like a sacred drug Written in the dust and sand CB crackles with distant voice Static hymns on channel nine He claims the shoulder as his choice Beneath the crossing pine and line Pine line holds the night at bay Telephone poles mark the way Eighteen wheels on holy ground Freedom in the engine sound No congregation calls him home Just asphalt and the morning light But in the cab he finds his own A chapel built for endless night Sunrise paints the needles gold Engine wakes with hungry growl Another story to be told Rolling on the pine line now Pine line holds the night at bay Telephone poles mark the way Eighteen wheels on holy ground Freedom in the engine sound Pine line holds the night at bay Wires hum the miles away Pine line holds the night at bay

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