Back Roads and Close Calls

[Verse]
Tripp's got a Chevy that coughs and growls
Dust on the dash and a map of miles
Best friend riding shotgun
Beer on his breath
San Saba sunsets
Racing the death
[Prechorus]
Out past the signs where the wild things play
No one’s watching
But we hear Dad’s say
[Chorus]
Don’t get caught
Boy
Don’t you slip
Or I’ll tan your hide like a bullwhip crack
Raise some hell
But keep it slick
Cuz I’ll love you hard and whip you back
[Verse 2]
Rattlesnake gravel under their wheels
Chasing the moon
Chasing cheap thrills
They laugh too loud
They drive too fast
Dodging that trouble
Hoping it won’t last
[Bridge]
The law’s a shadow
The night’s a dare
Ghost stories breathing in the warm dry air
He says
“Man
One slip
And we’re toast”
Best friend grins
“Yeah
But I’ll drive us close”
[Chorus]
Don’t get caught
Boy
Don’t you slip
Or I’ll tan your hide like a bullwhip crack
Raise some hell
But keep it slick
Cuz I’ll love you hard and whip you back

distorted guitars, driving drumbeat, punk rock, male vocals, fast tempo