[Verse 1]
Rooster’s crowin’ like he’s workin’ overtime,
Sun peeks over Dad’s ol’ “Chevy—some-assembly-required” sign.
Coffee’s black as the mood when we lose a fishin’ bet,
I grab my boots—still soaked in yesterday’s regret.
[Pre-Chorus]
Quarter tank of gas, half a plan, three good friends, one beat-up van—
If Friday’s a fire, Lord, we’re the gasoline.
[Chorus]
We’re raisin’ hell from the barn to the hay,
Slingin’ red dirt praises shoutin’ “USA!”
Duct-taped dreams on this rust-bitten Chevrolet,
Livin’ loud and proud—country all damn day!
Yeah, we crank that twang till the city folk pray,
Skippin’ church but askin’ God to bless our play—
He grins, we spin, the whole world’s bales of gray,
Paint ’em neon green—country all damn day!
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[Verse 2]
Grandma’s on the porch in curlers, brand-new twelve-gauge shine,
Yellin’, “Put that goat back, boys, or it’s your behinds!”
Maya (that thievin’ dog) runs off with Uncle B’s hot dogs—
Guess supper’s now a mustard-savaged, MIA catalog.
Tractor race at noon, I’m bettin’ on Earl’s old Deere;
He’s welded NOS to the frame—safety last ’round here.
Dust clouds rise like revival over red clay roads,
We’re laughin’ so hard we miss the sign that says “Bridge Out, Slow.”
[Pre-Chorus 2]
We hit the brakes, land sideways, Earl just shouts “YEE-YEE!”
Life’s short—so we floor it and call it history.
[Chorus – repeat]
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[Bridge] (half-time with fiddle & steel)
If you’re lookin’ for fancy, well buddy, turn away—
But if you crave honest hearts, cheap thrills, and open-sky cliché,
Grab a cold one, join the circus, let your worries bail—
’Cause out here we spell success with duct tape and a prayer.
(kick back to full tempo)
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[Chorus – final, with gang vocals & ad-libs]
Lead: We’re raisin’ hell from the barn to the hay!
Crowd: To the hay!
Lead: Slingin’ red dirt praises shoutin’ “USA!”
Crowd: U-S-A!
Lead: Duct-taped dreams on this rust-bitten Chevrolet,
All: Livin’ loud and proud—country all damn day!
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[Tag – a cappella]
“’Til the cows come home—and then we’ll milk ’em anyway!”
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