Prompt / Lyrics
We were burnin’ north from the Kern County line Seventy-six El Camino, faded red like an old stop sign Best friend ridin’ shotgun, his girl in his lap Pointed toward St. George, we were on the map Four miles shy of the Vegas glow That motor knocked like it wanted to go One last cough, one final wheeze Left us stranded in the desert breeze Four miles from Vegas, I guess we walk Draggin’ suitcases, enough with the talk Throwin’ rocks at billboards and breaking neon lights Mad at the world on one of the warmest desert nights Didn’t have luck but we had some nerve Three dumb kids with a whole lot to serve Yeah life don’t stall — it just rearranges Four miles from VEGAS She said, “I ain’t leavin’ nothin’ behind” So we dragged her world down the 15 line Suitcases grindin’ and asphalt slow Semi trucks shakin’ as they blow Found a motel with a pool half dry Ice machine screamin’ like it might die Woke up feelin’ like I missed somethin’ big Said, “I gotta grab that piece from the rig.” Walked alone through desert heat Boots crunchin’ gravel under my feet Soon as I popped that El Camino door Van full of trouble slid in for some more “Hey man, you need some help tonight?” They kept on comin’ — didn’t feel right I said, “Nah, boys, I’m doin’ just fine.” Had that pistol hangin’ low at my side They saw the steel, didn’t want the smoke Jumped back in their van that started to choke Four miles from Vegas, heat and fear Dust in my throat but my head was clear Im so glad now and that day I knew Sometimes steel’s all that’ll see you through Yeah life don’t stall — it rearranges Four miles from VEGAS Traded that gun for a Samurai ’86 black, barely survived Four-wheel drive and a crooked grin Felt like freedom when I climbed in Drove that thing back home alone Desert dust and dial tone From busted Chevy to second chance Sometimes life’s just dumb luck and stance (Final Chorus – Bigger, rowdier) Four miles from Vegas, young and wild Neon sparks and desert miles Motor blown but we rolled on through Lost a car but I found somethin’ true You don’t need luck, you just need grit Stand your ground and don’t you quit Life don’t stall — it rearranges Four miles from …VEGAS!!!
Tags
Outlaw country, gritty desert rock, fiddle and twangy Telecaster, rowdy barroom energy, big loud male vocals, rock vibes
Duration
4:37
Instrumental
No
Created
2/26/2026