A Buried Man

I'm sliding trough mountains and I'm riding trough storms

Well I'm cutting this landscapes like my old man have shown me

My grandpa was a riding man and he taught my dad well

They ride up to the rocky parts and man they ended up in hell

I got this old black book that's been past on for years

It's filled with old stories of men who now are dead

Well they traveled through day times holding steady with heat

Buried souls in the nighttime, to make ends meet

Please won't you help me

Please won't you help me

Please won't you help me

Well I'm lost and my soul screams release me

My father wore his leather proud and so does his sons yeah

We ride up to the rocky parts until the deed is done

It's a story of a buried man with a wife and two kids

The black book remains yeah, it will never finish 

Please won't you help me

Please won't you help me

Please won't you help me

Well I'm lost and my soul screams release me