Second Gen in the Sand

[Verse 1]
Sun’s droppin’ low on the county line
Old truck rattlin’
But she’s runnin’ fine
Duct-taped dash and a torn bench seat
Dust on the gauges
Sand on my feet
[Chorus]
Second gen in the sand
Let it eat
Let it dance (hey!)
Rooster tails in the sky
Watch it climb
Watch it slide
Hear that turbo wind up as we charge every line
Second gen in the sand
It’s just this old rig and I
[Verse 2]
Front plate bent from a fence I kissed
Bed’s all dinged from the fun I risked
Cooler in the back
Buddies ridin’ deep
Hit that first big face
Send it till we’re free
[Chorus]
Second gen in the sand
Let it eat
Let it dance (oh yeah)
Rooster tails in the sky
Watch it climb
Watch it fly
Hear that turbo wind up as we break through the night
Second gen in the sand
It’s just this old rig and I
[Bridge]
Frame might creak
But the heart keeps pullin’
Old paint stripped
But the soul’s still full and
Every rut
Every rut writes a line
Of the story I’m drivin’ tonight (woo!)
[Chorus]
Second gen in the sand
Let it eat
Let it dance
Rooster tails in the sky
Watch it climb one more time
Hear that turbo wind up as we chase down the light
Second gen in the sand
It’s just this old rig and I

rock, Crunchy modern rock with big overdriven guitars, punchy live drums, and a gritty male vocal. Verses ride a swung, mid-tempo groove with roomy toms and bass locked in; chorus explodes with stacked power chords, octave leads, and shout-along gang vocals on the hook. Brief halftime bridge with feedback swells before a final full-tilt outro.