Kickin’ Life Wide Open

[Verse 1]
Got my weed
My gun
Old black bike and it still runs mean
Cooler full of jars in the back of that truck
Backroad dust on my ripped blue jeans
Got a dog ridin’ shotgun
Girl in my lap and she laughs too loud
Middle finger up to the ones talkin’ down
We don’t hear ‘em when the world gets loud
[Chorus]
My weed
My gun
My Harley Davidson
My fishing pole
My dog
My girl
My fun
Kickin’ ass
Drinkin’ shine till the day is done
Shootin’ deer
Nailin’ women
Lovin’ life
I won
Yeah I’m wide wide open
Wild and runnin’
That’s my life and I’m sure as hell not runnin’
[Verse 2]
Sun comes up on a blood-red sky
Hangover hummin’ but I still feel blessed
Got a buck in the bed
Mud on my boots
Lip full of grin and a heart full of yes
Fire by the creek
That jar goin’ ‘round
Country boy choir singin’ off key (oh yeah)
She climbs in close
Whispers in my ear
“This crazy
Lazy life’s all we’ll ever need”
[Chorus]
My weed
My gun
My Harley Davidson
My fishing pole
My dog
My girl
My fun
Kickin’ ass
Drinkin’ shine till the day is done
Shootin’ deer
Nailin’ women
Lovin’ life
I won
Yeah I’m wide wide open
Wild and runnin’
That’s my life and I’m sure as hell not runnin’
[Bridge]
Here’s to the nights we don’t remember
Names we forget
But the stories stay
If this is wrong
I’ll ride wrong forever
Grinnin’ big when they lay me in the clay (hey!)
[Chorus]
My weed
My gun
My Harley Davidson
My fishing pole
My dog
My girl
My fun
Kickin’ ass
Drinkin’ shine till the day is done
Shootin’ deer
Nailin’ women
Lovin’ life
I won
Yeah I’m wide wide open
Wild and runnin’
That’s my life and I’m sure as hell not runnin’

Southern rock stomp with swagger; crunchy overdriven guitars, big half-time drums, walking bass. Male vocals with a raspy edge, gang shouts on the hook, slide guitar fills. Verses stay stripped with tight riffs, chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and crowd-chant energy. Short breakdown before the last chorus for a rowdy live-bar feel.