Jacob Watkins - 93 Octane Lyrics

Born a wild child in the Carolina mud Running wide open since 16 struck
Bought an old guitar, taught my fingers to bleed Learned some nasty tones and how to bend a string
Learned how to play and feel alive Howling at the moon and running wild
93 octane running in my veins Roaring through the night like an old freight train

Like gravel flying down a gravel an old dirt road Or the sound of a kick drum deep in your soul
It's something in my blood I just can't change It's like running wide open on 93 octane
Give me a marshall stack and some back in black I'll play all night till the lights go out
Like a howling wolf running through the still of the night This guitar's angry and it's ready to bite

So Turn it on up, way up loud Crank those speakers for rowdy crowd
93-octane running in my veins Roaring through the night like an old freight train
Like gravel flying down an old dirt road Or the sound of a kick drum deep in your soul
It's something in my blood I just can't shake It's like running wide open on 93 octane

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