Back Roads Songtext
von The Blackwater Fever

Riding the back roads, 12 hounds on my trail
Closing in slowly, driving me straight to hell
I got it wound open, further then a clock strikes twelve
The devil is waiting, with open arms

Maybe i could change my ways, turn this all around
But a rackin′ and a ruin', the only way I know how
Hell′s around the corner and the walls are closing in
The devil is waiting, with open arms