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I was finishing a long-neck at the edge of the neon light
Just minding my business on a Tuesday social night.
Then the door swung wide and the air in the room went dead
As the three Wilson brothers started seeing red.
They didn’t ask for words and they didn’t want a fight
They wanted a victim for the middle of the night.
I took a boot to the ribs and a fist to the jaw
Before they left me bleeding on a floor full of straw.
(Chorus)
Yeah, the Wilsons play dirty and they travel in a pack
But they made a big mistake when they jumped me from the back.
‘Cause blood runs thick and a grudge runs deep
And I’ve got a harvest that I’m fixing to reap.
We’re six trucks wide and a dozen men strong
Coming for the boys who’ve been breathing too long.
We’re lighting up the ridge and we’re leveling the score
Now there’s a family of shadows at the Wilson door.
(Verse 2)
I crawled to my Chevy and I made a single call
To the boys who grew up leaning 'gainst the same brick wall.
By the time I hit the driveway, there were four trucks idling hot
Full of kin and cousins in a gravel-covered lot.
Big Jim brought a tire iron, Silas brought a chain
With a look in their eyes like they’re looking for rain.
We don’t need the sheriff and we don’t need the law
When you mess with one, you’re messing with 'em all.
(Chorus)
Yeah, the Wilsons play dirty and they travel in a pack
But they made a big mistake when they jumped me from the back.
‘Cause blood runs thick and a grudge runs deep
And I’ve got a harvest that I’m fixing to reap.
We’re six trucks wide and a dozen men strong
Coming for the boys who’ve been breathing too long.
We’re lighting up the ridge and we’re leveling the score
Now there’s a family of shadows at the Wilson door.
(Bridge)
We caught 'em at the trailer with the lights still on
They won’t be feeling cocky by the breaking of the dawn.
The eldest started reaching for a shotgun on the rack
But Silas hit the porch and he didn’t look back.
(Chorus)
Yeah, the Wilsons play dirty and they travel in a pack
But they made a big mistake when they jumped me from the back.
‘Cause blood runs thick and a grudge runs deep
And I’ve got a harvest that I’m fixing to reap.
We’re six trucks wide and a dozen men strong
Coming for the boys who’ve been breathing too long.
We’re lighting up the ridge and we’re leveling the score
Now there’s a family of shadows at the Wilson door time
Details
GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark cinematic country, heavy thumping percussion, gritty baritone vocals, distorted electric guitar, high-tension atmos
Credits
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HamCheck
HamCheckModelAria v5
