Iron In My Soul


The sun’s cuttin’ low on the blacktop line,
Got dust on my boots and a fire in my spine.
Every scar’s a memory, every turn’s a toll—
But I ride with iron, deep down in my soul.

There’s iron in my soul and thunder in my veins,
Freedom in my grip, racin’ through the plains.
You can’t break a spirit that the road made whole—
Yeah, I ride with iron, iron in my soul.

I’ve kissed the wind and outrun the rain,
Learned how to heal from the heart’s own pain.
Don’t need no map, just a sky to patrol,
And the hum of my engine feeds my soul.

There’s iron in my soul and thunder in my veins,
Freedom in my grip, racin’ through the plains.
You can’t break a spirit that the road made whole—
Yeah, I ride with iron, iron in my soul.

Beneath the stars or the neon light,
I’m a shadow that dances with the night.
No chain can hold me, no lie can control—
'Cause I ride with truth and iron in my soul.

There’s iron in my soul and thunder in my veins,
I live for the journey, not the fame or the gains.
You can’t break a spirit that the road made whole—
Yeah, I ride with iron…
Iron in my soul.

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Writer: HL Shields