Who We Are

Gravel talks beneath my wheels Night air tastes like gasoline Kick drum shakes the county road Let that backroad spirit roll Hands up when the low end hit Raise dust let the whole thing spin Moonlight cut across the pines Hard earned heart, electric mind Grey dawn creepin’ through the blinds Coffee black, got miles to find Gate chain rattles, hit the ground Early comes the working sound Toolbox clanks, bed of steel Every scar, story sealed No big talk, just nod and go Built my name where tall weeds grow Boot heels knock when the bass drops Red clay flies when the wheel hops Steel strings ring through the summer heat Everybody moves when the kick drum speaks No crown needed, no gold chain Just a full tank, little rain Turn that speaker towards the stars Let ’em know just who we are Screen door slam, start the night Cooler packed, headlights bright Grill smoke, cedar fence Laughin loud don’t make sense Radio hiss, beat comes clean Old school sound some modern sheen Cut that verse, bite size chunks Hi hat chatter, two twelves bump Pocket full of overtime My head full of crooked lines Turned hard luck into some rhythms Now I'm bout to have my time Gravel talks beneath my wheels Night air tastes like gasoline Kick drum shakes the county road Let that backroad spirit roll Hands up when the low end hits Raise some dust, whole thing spins Moonlight cuts across the pines Hard earned heart, electric mind