Tundra T R D raised Hell

Tundra Raised Hell”

(Verse 1)
That V8 thunder shakes the ground,
Chrome pipes screamin’ that rebel sound,
Mud on the badge, scars on the bed,
I ain’t slowin’ down till the gas light’s red.

Rollin’ outta town with the high beams on,
Backroad dust and a Skynyrd song,
Ain’t no fancy ride from a magazine,
She’s a workhorse built for gasoline.

(Chorus)
She’s my Tundra T R D, raised hell, four-wheel drive,
Big tires spinnin’ where the wild things hide,
Rippin’ through the creek, splashin’ moonlight high,
That engine screams like a battle cry.
Yeah, she’s loud, proud, and rough on miles,
Raised on grit and country smiles,
She’s my Tundra — raised hell, four-wheel drive.

(Verse 2)
Got a girl ridin’ shotgun, boots on the dash,
She loves that rumble, she loves that flash,
Cold beer chillin’ in the old ice chest,
Radio playin’ “Country Fest.”

Cops might see us flyin’ by,
But that tailgate wave says goodbye,
When it’s Friday night and the world’s on fire,
That Tundra roars like a southern choir.

(Chorus)
She’s my Tundra T R D, raised hell, four-wheel drive,
Big tires spinnin’ where the wild things hide,
Rippin’ through the creek, splashin’ moonlight high,
That engine screams like a battle cry.
Yeah, she’s loud, proud, and rough on miles,
Raised on grit and country smiles,
She’s my Tundra — raised hell, four-wheel drive.

(Bridge)
When I drop her in low, hear the dirt explode,
Kickin’ up demons on a backroad,
Ain’t about clean, ain’t about shine,
It’s about that roar that’s purely mine.

(Final Chorus)
She’s my Tundra T R D, raised hell, four-wheel drive,
Big tires spinnin’ where the wild things hide,
Got the gas to burn, got the heart to ride,
Ain’t no tame in that country pride.
Yeah, she’s mean, she’s tough, she’s born to fight,
Built for the bold and the red dirt nights,
She’s my Tundra — raised hell, four-wheel drive.

Country Rock