Baptized In Diesel (Slowed)

Yeah. Turn that thing up. Smell that gas in the air? That's Sunday service where I'm from. Woo. Hey, hey, hey, hey. I was baptized in diesel. Yeah. I was raised on a back road, clay kick, Old truck loud with a hammered down wheel. Daddy had grease on his hands all day. Mama said, "Boy, don't you raise that cane." But the tires kept spinning and the night got Hot. We were teenage thunder in a Walmart lot. Bonfire sparks and a blue moon grin, Whole town knew when we rolled back in. Had a cooler in the bed and a buzz In the chest, trouble on deck, but we called It bliss. Didn't come up clean, Didn't come up legal. Came out mean, baptized in diesel. Got that spark in my backbone, Oh. That fire in my veins, oh. When the engine turns over, I go wild again. I was baptized in diesel. Lit up like a county line. With a full tank heart, oh. And a wild street mind. I was baptized in diesel, oh. Raise up, let the whole town feel it. From the blacktop cracks, hey, To the mud wheels squealing, hey. Let that engine sing, Hey. Let that back road ring. I wasn't washed up nice and peaceful, Oh. I was baptized in diesel. Got a girl in the shotgun, bare feet dash. Lip gloss smile and a backstage pass to a Friday night field where the speakers blow. And the cops ride by but they still move Slow. We were raised on noise and convenience store Ice. Bad tattoos and questionable life advice. Cash too low, but the vibe too rich. Whole crew loud on some son of a... Hands in the air when the tailgate drops. Boots on the wood make the beer cans pop. Ain't nobody here tryna act all regal. We came half-crazy, baptized in diesel, Oh. Got that spark in my backbone, That fire in my veins, oh. When the engine turns over, I go wild again. I was baptized in diesel. Lit up like a county line. With a full tank heart, oh. And a wild street mind. I was baptized in diesel, oh. Raise up, let the whole town feel it. From the blacktop cracks, oh, to the mud wheels Squealing, hey. Let that engine sing, hey. Let that back road ring. I wasn't washed up nice and peaceful, Oh. I was baptized in diesel. No choir robe, woo. No Sunday shoes, Woo. Just a ripped-up seat and some old tattooed Blues. I found faith in the dashboard light, In the gravel road flying on a Saturday night. In the roar of the pipes, in the sweat And smoke. In the kind of life that makes Tough boys choke. So crank it up. Let the whole thing shake. Woo, woo. We're too alive for a clean escape. I was baptized in diesel, oh. Lit up like a county line. With a full tank heart, oh. And a wild street mind. I was baptized in diesel, oh. Raise up, let the whole town feel it. From the blacktop cracks, woo, Woo, to the mud wheels squealing, Hey. Let that engine sing, hey. Let that back road ring. I wasn't washed up nice and peaceful, Oh. I was baptized in diesel. Baptized Baptized, Baptized in diesel, hey. Baptized in diesel. Yeah, that's how we do revival out here. Mud on the tires, Fire in the blood. Amen.