Yeah…
Turn it up.
This one’s for the good ones.
Sun comin’ up through a beat-up screen,
Speakers blastin’ louder than my bad habits be,
Auntie in the kitchen with a heart fullta gold,
Fixin’ up my world like it ain’t broke.
Toothbrush, soap, she already knew,
What a cowboy needs just to make it through,
Laughin’ at the girls losin’ all control,
Sayin’ “Lord help ‘em, they want that soul.”
She didn’t have much, but she gave it all,
Still stood tall when the cards went wrong.
Those Big Red mornings, Circle K runs,
Menthol smoke risin’ with the desert sun,
Her and Lisa laughin’ like “Boy, you bad,”
Dr. Pepper cold, yeah life felt fast.
Music up loud, let the speakers bleed,
Three hearts wild, livin’ young and free,
If heaven’s got a soundtrack, I know what it sounds like—
Those Big Red mornings, damn that was life.
Lisa rollin’ in with a fire in her grin,
Calls me a player while she’s playin’ to win,
Cookin’ up love like it’s second nature,
Breakin’ hearts gentle, never bitter.
She runs the field, yeah she owns her shine,
I just light the spark sayin’ “Girl, it’s your time,”
No rings, no chains, just nights and days,
Laughin’ too hard at the games we play.
Didn’t need a plan, didn’t need a sign,
Just good friends and borrowed time.
Those Big Red mornings, Circle K runs,
Reds in their packs, day just begun,
Vodka splash early, laugh ‘til we cry,
Sun so bright we forgot about time.
Morgan on repeat sayin’ If I’m the Problem,
Next song hittin’ hearts still knockin’,
If I close my eyes I can still hear singin’—
Those Big Red mornings, man we were livin’.
Blanca smilin’, little tail goin’ wild,
Sweetest damn dog I seen in a while,
Then here comes Little Girl, hear my voice and she flies,
Nothin’ stoppin’ her, no fear in her eyes.
Baby Girl play rough, yeah she loves that fight,
Tugs on my heart every damn night.
Then Auntie got sick and it shook my soul,
FaceTime tears on a cracked phone,
But she’s still that light, still that fire inside,
Still the reason I believe in this life.
Those Big Red mornings, yeah they made me whole,
Every laugh, every song, every hand I was shown,
Didn’t have much but we had enough,
Love came easy, life hit rough but tough.
If I ever make it, if my name gets loud,
This song’s for the women who raised me proud,
Yeah the past still shines every time it storms—
Those Big Red mornings
Built this outlaw soul.
Turn it up one more time…
For the good ones.
tearex1008
