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No Saints On This Road is a dark country song about long drives, cracked halos and the quiet fight to do better this time. It’s a story of white-knuckled nights, broken pride and grace found somewhere between the ditches and the rising sun. No heroes. No clean hands. Just sinners still moving forward with nothing left to fake. Part of the album “Blood on the Mile” by Redemption Roads. Perfect for night drives, solitude, reflection and cinematic western moods. 🎸 Dark Country / Outlaw Americana 🛣️ Redemption Roads Subscribe for dark country, outlaw western and cinematic road music. Lyric: No Saints On This Road Cracked rearview Showing all my past lives Old fights Cold nights White-knuckled drives But the sun keeps rising on these busted lines Breath in my chest means I still got time If grace is real It’s in these miles In broken words and awkward smiles In calling home when pride says hide In turning back Then choosing right this time No saints on this road Just sinners awake Still walking forward with nothing to fake Bruised-up knuckles on the wheel Won’t let go We’re all cracked halos in the high-beam glow No saints on this road Half-light morning on the shoulder Wind chewing through this jacket seam I’ve told lies to every stranger Told the truth inside a dream Gas receipt like a confession Folded in my palm Heart still racing like it’s guilty Face still calm If grace is out here It’s hiding in the ditches In the torn-up signs In the blown-out wishes I’m not clean But I’m not done Headlights humming toward a rising sun No saints on this road Just sinners awake Still walking forward with nothing to fake Bruised-up knuckles on the wheel Won’t let go We’re all cracked halos in the high-beam glow No saints on this road No saints on this road