I came up from the dirt, now I'm reaching for the sky

I came up from the dirt, now I'm reaching for the sky, Got some scars upon my heart, got some truth behind my eyes. If they never saw the vision, they can watch me touch the sky, Carlton Rutherford — I'm still rising, I won't die inside! [Outro — Beat Fades] From the dirt to the garden… From the shadows to the light… Still standing. Still growing. The Creator knows my fight.BACKROAD RAISING HELL Artist: Carlton Rutherford Genre: Country Rock / Southern Rock / Country Rap [Intro — Engine Revving, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar Kicks In] Yeah, yeah! Turn them headlights on! Ayy, Carlton Rutherford! We got a full tank, a dirt road, And a whole lotta hell to raise tonight! [Verse 1 — Southern Drawl, Laid-Back Flow] Dust flying high where the gravel road bends, Friday night calling, got my boys and my friends. Old truck rumbling, got the speakers turned loud, Bonfire burning, ain't no slowing us down. Girls looking right with them blue-jean smiles, Boots in the dirt, gonna stay here a while. Cold drinks chilling, got the moon up high, Red clay on my tires, stars all over the sky. Been working all week just to feel this free, Got a little bit of country and some rock in me. Ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, let the good times roll, Got a wild heart beating and a backroad soul! [Pre-Chorus — Drums Build, Guitar Rising] Let that six-string scream, let the bass line drop, When the sun goes down, we ain't ready to stop. Got the fire burning bright, got the whole crew right, If you're looking for us, we're raising hell tonight! [Chorus — BIG Southern Rock Singalong] We're raising hell on a Friday night, Bonfire burning, got the girls looking right! Mud on the tires, moon shining bright, Cold beer country with the rock turned high! Hey! Hey! Let the whole world know, Got a backroad heart and a long way to go! Hands in the air, let the sparks take flight, We're raising hell on a Friday night! [Verse 2 — Country Rap With Grit] Got a little dirt money, got a whole lotta dreams, Life ain't always pretty, but you know what I mean. I've been down so low, had to fight my way back, Now I'm singing my truth with a guitar out back. Don't need fancy cars, don't need diamond rings, Just my people beside me and the freedom this brings. Creator gave me breath, gave me strength to survive, Now I'm living every minute, feeling damn alive! Got the tailgate down, got the firewood stacked, Somebody grab a guitar, bring the good times back. From the holler to the highway, let that whole crowd sing, A little Southern soul with a rock-and-roll swing! [Chorus — Full Band, Gang Vocals] We're raising hell on a Friday night, Bonfire burning, got the girls looking right! Mud on the tires, moon shining bright, Cold beer country with the rock turned high! Hey! Hey! Let the whole world know, Got a backroad heart and a long way to go! Hands in the air, let the sparks take flight, We're raising hell on a Friday night! [Bridge — Acoustic Guitar, Emotional Country Vocal] I've had hard days, I've had long nights, I've seen dark roads searching for light. But give me my family, a song, and a sky, And a fire with my people underneath the stars tonight. Tomorrow can wait till the morning comes, Tonight we're alive, let the guitars run! [Final Chorus — Explosive Southern Rock Finish] We're raising hell on a Friday night! Bonfire burning, everybody feeling right! Big tires spinning, sparks flying high, Southern rock rolling underneath that country sky! Hey! Hey! Let the whole world know, Carlton Rutherford got that backroad soul! From the dirt-road dust to the neon lights, WE'RE RAISING HELL ON A FRIDAY NIGHT! [Outro — Electric Guitar Solo, Engine Fades Away] Yeah, buddy! Back roads, bonfires, and a sky full of stars. Carlton Rutherford! Country in my blood… Rock and roll in my heart!