Verse 1
Sun’s droppin’ low, paintin’ the corn in gold,
John Deere’s hummin’, same rhythm as my soul.
Dirt on my boots, calluses thick as the clay,
Planted these rows when the calendar still said May.
Sweat in my eyes, but the harvest comin’ strong,
Bale that hay tight, keep the winter grass long.
Radio cracklin’ old Hank through the dash,
But tonight ain’t ’bout work—tonight we let it crash.
Chorus
Light that bonfire, throw another log on high,
Sparks hittin’ heaven like stars in July.
Cooler full of cold ones, tailgate let down,
Farm life’s hard, but we own this ground.
From dawn in the tractor to midnight flame,
We grow it, we burn it, we carry the name.
Bonfire blazin’, diesel still on my hands,
Country rap livin’ right where we stand.
Verse 2
Got my cousins ‘round the ring, circle of trucks,
F-150s and Silverados, headlights up.
Stories get louder with every sip of shine,
‘Bout the year the storm took half the combine.
Mama’s in the kitchen, fryin’ up the catch,
Catfish from the pond, crispy in the batch.
Kids run wild chasin’ fireflies in the smoke,
Granddaddy’s ghost probably laughin’ at the joke.
Chorus
Light that bonfire, throw another log on high,
Sparks hittin’ heaven like stars in July.
Cooler full of cold ones, tailgate let down,
Farm life’s hard, but we own this ground.
From dawn in the tractor to midnight flame,
We grow it, we burn it, we carry the name.
Bonfire blazin’, diesel still on my hands,
Country rap livin’ right where we stand.
Bridge
They say city’s got the lights, but ours burn brighter,
Real fire, real dirt, real fighter.
When the frost hits the pumpkin and the combines sleep,
We still gather ‘round that glow, promises we keep.
Roots run deeper than any bank account,
This land’s my bank, this flame my amount.
Final Chorus (slow it down, let it ride)
Light that bonfire… let the whole world see,
This is how we pray, this is how we’re free.
From the seed to the stalk to the ash in the breeze,
Farming and fire—that’s all we’ll ever need.
Bonfire blazin’… yeah, that’s home to me.
