Burnin’ Down the Blacktop

[Verse 1]
Chrome fangs
On that midnight beast
Black paint
Like a loaded priest
She slides in
Lip gloss, leather jeans
Says, “Hit it”
And the motor screams
[Chorus]
We’re burnin’ down the blacktop, baby
Redline hearts and reckless eyes
Beautiful trouble in the backseat, maybe
Turn it up, let the sparks fly
We’re burnin’ down the blacktop, baby
Chasin’ dawn till the fuel runs dry
[Verse 2]
Back lot
Where the outlaws go
Tailgates
Drippin’ radio glow
She laughs
On my faded tee
Says, “Prove it”
So I drop that three
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Smoke in the air, wild hair, open sky
[drums and bass only] Boots on the hood, someone starts a fight
[full band hits] She pulls me close, says, “Race or die?”
[whispered vocals] “Floor it, boy”
[guitar solo]
[Chorus]

country, Big 70s arena hair-rock banger, male high-register belts with gang-shouted hooks. Twin overdriven guitars, huge stacked power chords, and wild tapped solos. Verses ride a chugging mid-tempo groove; chorus explodes with wide harmonies and crash-heavy drums. Breakdown drops to drums + bass under a screaming lead, then full-band [crescendo] into the final hook., strong, beautiful