(Verse 1)
Two-tone Chevy on a midnight run,
Radio loud as the work week’s done,
Dust cloud risin’ where the blacktop ends,
Headin’ for the line where the wild begins.
Bonfire glow past the old haystack,
Neon buzz where the party’s at,
Dirt road hummin’ like a backbeat groove,
Heart full throttle, nothin’ to lose!
(Chorus)
Them county line lights keep shinin’ bright,
Chasin’ the rhythm of a Friday night,
Boots on the ground, feel the kick drum pound,
Dancin’ where the stars come out!
No slow songs, just fast guitars,
Runnin’ wide open under southern stars,
Hands held high in the pale moonlight,
We’re burnin’ it down at the county line!
(Verse 2)
Got a jar full of lightning and a wild streak,
That steel guitar cuttin’ sharp and sweet,
Holler gets loud when the bass hits low,
Two-step turnin’ on a gravel road.
Small town crowd on a midnight bend,
Raised on roots you can’t pretend,
Where the sky runs wide and the fire runs deep,
This is the sound of the free and the fleet!
(Chorus)
Them county line lights keep shinin’ bright,
Chasin’ the rhythm of a Friday night,
Boots on the ground, feel the kick drum pound,
Dancin’ where the stars come out!
No slow songs, just fast guitars,
Runnin’ wide open under southern stars,
Hands held high in the pale moonlight,
We’re burnin’ it down at the county line!
(Bridge)
(Spoken/Sung)
Ain’t about the name on a map or sign,
It’s the way we live when the gears collide,
No second guessin’, just wide open livin’,
Tonight’s for the takin’, so let’s get spinnin’!
(Final Chorus)
Them county line lights keep shinin’ bright,
Chasin’ the rhythm of a Friday night,
Boots on the ground, feel the kick drum pound,
Dancin’ where the stars come out!
No slow songs, just fast guitars,
Runnin’ wide open under southern stars,
Hands held high in the pale moonlight,
We’re burnin’ it down at the county line!
(Outro)
Yeah, burnin’ it down at the county line,
Where the wild hearts meet and the sparks collide!
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