Lyrics

[Verse 1]
From Parkersburg to Princeton town,
Riding high, pedal down,
I seventy seven humming through the pine,
Dangerous curves, reality’s line.
CB whispers like a ghost in my ear,
White lines shaking at every gear,
Steel heartbeat, my diesel soul,
This road DON'T JUST bend—it'll take its toll.

[Chorus]
I seventy seven AND roll, 18 wheels on fire,
Blacktop preacher feeding my desire,
Blue Ridge shadows crawling up the wall,
Hands locked tight—pray my time don't call!
I seventy seven AND roll, hear the night unfold,
Every mile paid in blood and chrome,
If I make it through, I’ll stand tall—
This mountain won't forgive us all.

[Verse 2]
Ravenswood to Blue field's lights,
Truckin’ hard through moonlit nights,
West Virginia highway, strong and rough,
Mountain roads—man, they ain’t no bluff.
Brake lights glowing like a warning sign,
Every bend stealing borrowed time,
Coffee cold, eyes burning red,
Chasing dawn that ain’t here Wind through trees, whispers a tune,
Roads glow under a full moon!

[Chorus]
I seventy seven AND roll, 18 wheels on fire,
Trucking through the haze, heart’s desire,
Blue Ridge shadows crawling up the wall,
Grip the wheel tight—hope we don’t fall.
I seventy seven AND roll, through the devil’s spine,
Every mile another dollar sign,
If I lose it all, let it be known—
I died chasin on gettin home!

[Verse 3]
Charleston to Beckley, morning dew,
Fog so thick it swallows you!
There’s a story in every scar it earned,
Lessons paid for, and bridges burned.
Jake brake echoing off canyon stone,
Soundtrack to the sins it'll own,
Road don’t care who I used to be,
Just asks if I’m strong enough to see.
This road DON'T JUST bend—it'll take its toll.

[Chorus]
I seventy seven AND roll, 18 wheels on fire,
Blacktop preacher feeding my desire,
Blue Ridge shadows crawling up the wall,
Hands locked tight—pray my time don't call!

[Bridge] (drop instruments → slow build)
Mama said, “Boy, don’t trust that line,”
Daddy said, “Son, just take your time,”
Now it’s me, God and seventy seven
Outrun HELL, bound for heaven!
(beat comes back hard)
White knuckles, bloodshot prayer,
Every mile whispers, “You still there?”

[Final Chorus] (bigger, darker)
I seventy seven AND roll, 18 wheels on fire,
Mountains breathing down my wire,
Blue Ridge shadows closing in,
Hold the line or let it end.
I seventy seven AND roll, if I don’t make it home,
Let this blacktop carve my stone,
If I fall, let the record show—
I never did let it go.

[Outro]
That tunnel fades in my rearview glow,
Still got miles left on this load,
Engine hums like a final toll—
I- seventy seven… and just roll.