时间：2025-10-28
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Black Gold and Blue Collars (Dark Country Music) - Dark Country Boy
Rain's crack like dry river beds
Sweat falls, feeds the earth instead
Pickaxes, a bitter tune
Digging under a blood red moon
We dig your wells, you dig our graves
But we ain't dying quiet today
Black gold spills, but hearts won't break
You'll hear us roar, feel the quake
Steel boots stomp where shadows crawl
Echoes bounce off these cold black walls
Dreams buried under dust and stone
But fire's alive in the marrow of bone
You can't silence the hammer's beat
Chains won't hold a heart with heat
We dig your wells, you dig our graves
But we ain't dying quiet today
Black gold spills, but hearts won't break
You'll hear us roar, feel the quake
All stained hands grip tighter still
We'll climb this pit, we'll bend your will
Rivers of greed can't drown our flame
We're more than numbers, we've got names
Hand stained in the devil's coal
Sweat pours where the sirens roll
We build your kingdom brick by brick
But the clock is ticking, the fuse is lit
We dig your wells, you dig our graves
But we ain't dying quiet today
The earth may break, the skies may fall
We'll scream until you hear it all
Boots worn thin on a crooked road
Dreams crushed under the motherload
They call us the backbone, the dirty spine
But this backbone's breaking through the line
We dig your wells, you dig our graves
But we ain't dying quiet today
The earth may break, the skies may fall
We'll scream until you hear it all
Your towers rise, your shadows crawl
You've built your empire on a stall
But fire burns in every vein
We'll turn this storm into a flame
We dig your wells, you dig our graves
But we ain't dying quiet today
The earth may break, the skies may fall
We'll scream until you hear it all
