Tears & Twang at Sundown

Chains on the fence posts,
Leather 'round your throat; you came here for room,
Now you're begging for more.
My boot on your back, your nails in the ground,
Whiskey and sweat, the sweet broken sound.
Horizon burns black, your heart starts to pound,
No saving you now in this ghost town ground.
Tears in twain at sundown, crying while I ride you slow,
Screaming my name as you soak through the glow.
Fuck me like salvation, beg for the pain,
I'm the devil in denim, driving you insane.