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