Revival Road - Chuck Ragan, Ben Nichols, Frank Turner

Fare thee well old friends

Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road

Oh but bet your stars

One day we’ll return

For revival, sin and soul

Well the color of road

Is as black as the coal

The oldtimers burnt into ash

And the lines laid in gold

Lead us all the way home

We follow them as hours pass

While the diesel engine’s humming like the rain

All while the rubber tires are burning up to sing,

Fare thee well old friends

Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road

Oh but bet your stars

One day we’ll return

For revival, sin and soul

Heading down, heading south

Come south we head north

To the west where the west never won

Chasing lonesome whistle bells

And iron to falling suns

While the diesel engine’s burning like a train

In that old familiar Norfolk southern way

Fare thee well old friends

Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road

Oh but bet your stars

One day we’ll return

For revival, sin and soul

For revival, sin and soul

So long…

Fare thee well old friends

Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road

Oh but bet your stars

One day we’ll return

For revival, sin and soul

For revival, sin and soul