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He traded 25 years for a crown of thorns. "Iron & Dust" is a gritty Dark Country anthem about returning home to reclaim what was stolen. A story of power, loyalty, and the price of an empire. 🎧 Lyrics: Iron & Dust The asphalt’s burning, but my chest is cold Twenty-five winters in a story untold I traded the blue for the bars and the grey Now the wolf’s back home, and he’s come to stay #countryrock #darkcountry #music They think I’m a shadow, a ghost of the past But the first shall be first, and the last shall be last Don’t ask for mercy for the man that you are In a land of the blind, I can see from afar Gold and blood, they’re the same damn hue Underneath a sun that’s turning black and blue I’m the King of a city that didn't call my name Buried the past, but it rose from the flame Crown of thorns, throne of red clay and dust Building an empire on blood and on trust In Tulsa, the silence is screaming out loud And the stains of the gutter are making me proud New faces, old games, and the rules have all flipped But I’m still the hand that has never been slipped A ghost in a suit under neon-lit skies Every step is a cannon, I’m cutting the ties They sent me out West just to watch me decay But they forgot that the devil has debts he must pay Loyalty’s a currency that no one wants to spend But respect is the only way this story’s gonna end Yeah, it’s gonna end! I’m the King of a city that didn't call my name Buried the past, but it rose from the flame Crown of thorns, throne of red clay and dust Building an empire on blood and on trust In Tulsa, the silence is screaming out loud And the stains of the gutter are making me proud Twenty-five years... Now the clock belongs to me