[Genre: Outlaw Country Rock, Southern Rock, Male Vocals, Gritty, Rowdy, Anthemic]
[Intro — spoken]
Texas…
Texas…
Texas born and raised.
From a little town called Brady,
right there in the heart of Texas.
When you roll into town,
that heart is what you see.
[Verse 1]
Well I’ll tell you from the heart, with the heart,
if you come into town
lookin’ to cause some ruckus,
you might wanna turn around.
Ain’t a lot of brains when the pain gets brought,
we act a little stupid when the fuse gets hot.
Wild and untamed, yeah, we fight for fun,
backyard fist fights — boy, you better run.
Wouldn’t be surprised if one of the boys gets loud,
country-raised trouble in a dust-road crowd.
So unless you’re built like that,
I’d steer clear, son,
’cause Texas don’t blink
when the storm clouds come.
[Chorus]
We livin’ reckless here in Texas,
dust on the boots and a chip on the necklace.
Heart wide open, but the temper gets tested,
don’t come around here actin’ reckless.
Texas boy from the heart,
outlaw blood from the start.
Say it proud, let it echo through the night —
Don’t mess with Texas,
unless you’re ready for the fight.
[Verse 2]
Wrecked my girl’s Lexus,
right after I gave her a pearl necklace.
Mark it off the checklist,
right beside that wild little night
with a midget stripper kiss.
That’s just how we livin’,
buck wild and havin’ fun,
watchin’ that Texas sunrise
burn gold like a loaded gun.
I saw the morning in my girl’s eyes,
layin’ there feelin’ alive,
then I jumped up bare as the day I was born
and ran to the water tank for a skinny dip dive.
She keeps kissin’ my lip,
I keep rubbin’ her hip,
laughin’ like the world can’t touch this.
Wild boy, wild boy,
wild boy doin’ wild boy shit.
[Chorus]
We livin’ reckless here in Texas,
dust on the boots and a chip on the necklace.
Heart wide open, but the temper gets tested,
don’t come around here actin’ reckless.
Texas boy from the heart,
outlaw blood from the start.
Say it proud, let it echo through the night —
Don’t mess with Texas,
unless you’re ready for the fight.
[Verse 3]
Best believe we all been shootin’,
since we were knee-high, barely three.
Some can shoot the wing off a bee,
and the ones that can’t
just probably can’t see.
We been in the country bailin’ hay,
sweat on our backs at the break of day.
Got our swole on with that alfalfa,
better know I’m alpha when I walk that way.
Texas boys misunderstood,
but we mind our manners,
swing a hammer,
do what we should.
We ain’t worried ’bout the glamour,
we ain’t runnin’ our mouth.
Just country-born fire
from way down south.
[Bridge — slower, meaner]
If you’re scared, say you’re scared,
ain’t no shame in goin’ home.
If you wanna buck, better buck,
but you better not buck alone.
We don’t need no spotlight,
we don’t need no fame.
Just a backroad, cold beer,
and a reason to remember the name.
[Final Chorus]
We livin’ reckless here in Texas,
dust on the boots and a chip on the necklace.
Heart wide open, but the temper gets tested,
don’t come around here actin’ reckless.