Smoky Mountain Bucket List

[Verse 1]
Red clay on my boots
Diesel on my skin
Counting every mile
’Til my real life kicks in
Got a logo on a napkin
Dreams in the glove box
Gotta build a little empire
Out of these truck stop talks
[Chorus]
Smoky Mountain bucket list
Big rig thunder in my fist
Chrome teeth grinning at the mist
I’m gonna run that ridge one day (one day)
Family name on every door
Keys jangling
Asking for more
But I still want that wild detour
Racing through that blue-gray haze
[Verse 2]
Phone full of invoices
Coffee going cold
Talking ‘bout expansion
On a two-lane of worn-out souls
Kids need tuition
Mama needs a porch
So I’m hauling every heartbeat
Like a promise to the Lord
[Chorus]
Smoky Mountain bucket list
Big rig thunder in my fist
Chrome teeth grinning at the mist
I’m gonna run that ridge one day (oh, one day)
Family name on every door
Keys jangling
Begging for more
Still I crave that wild detour
Racing through that blue-gray haze
[Bridge]
Maybe one midnight
When the paperwork sleeps
I’ll slide into that driver’s seat
Take those switchbacks
Let the engine sing
Chase every what-if
’Til it turns into a ring
[Chorus]
Smoky Mountain bucket list
Big rig thunder in my fist
Chrome teeth grinning at the mist
I’m gonna run that ridge one day (yeah, one day)
Family future on my mind
Still I need that crooked line
Between duty and desire’s kiss
On my Smoky Mountain bucket list

rock, Smoky, swaggering blues-rock with female vocals; overdriven slide guitars and a lazy, gritty groove. Verses sit in a low, sultry pocket with roomy drums and warm bass; choruses hit harder with stacked harmonies and a wider guitar wall. Mid-song breakdown strips to vocal, drums, and a single tremolo guitar before a final, full-throttle chorus., blues, female vocals