Rasico from Little Rock

(Up-tempo 6/8 shuffle, big twin fiddles kick it off screamin’)

Verse 1
Raised on red-dirt roads where the Arkansas runs wide
Cold RC, Friday nights, and a Skynyrd song for a ride
Daddy said “Keep your heart on fire and your boots in the clay”
So I grabbed this fiddle and learned how to make the whole bar sway

Chorus
Rasico! Hey Rasico!
Little Rock down to San Antone
He could bury a three from half-court, then ship out with the combat zone
Fought like hell in the desert, came home droppin’ forty every game
Now he’s pullin’ pipe in the oil patch, black gold runnin’ through his veins
Got a smoke-show blonde in the shotgun seat, hair blowin’ in the wind
Rasico, brother, crank that jukebox again
If heaven ain’t got backroads and cold beer with my friends
It ain’t the place I’m goin’

Verse 2
Rolled in on leave with sand still in his boots back in ’09
Whole town stood tall when that soldier walked the line
Hit the gym, crossed three defenders, left ‘em reachin’ for air
Smiled and said “That’s how we do it down in Arkansas, boys—fair and square”

Bridge
Rigs are loud, nights are long, three on, one back home
But when that blonde leans out the window singin’ harmony alone
Every mile he’s missin’ her turns into a steel guitar song

Chorus (louder)
Rasico! Hey Rasico!
Turn it up and let her rip
Here’s to soldiers, dreamers, and the girls on their hip
Rasico, my brother, this one’s raised up high
If the good Lord made anything better, He’s keepin’ it on the other side

Yeah… Rasico from Little Rock
Play it, son.

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