Wheatland Chronicles

Late shift winding down the gravel road

Always there to carry all the load

For little Lee-ah and the home we know (mmm-hmm)

Take the load, Jessie,

rest your weary hands

You keep the peace across these valley lands

For little Lee-ah, making sure she's fed

Put down the weight

and lay your head

(Hold up...

Jessie took the night off,

y'all.) (WHEATLAND!

WHEATLAND!) Yeah,

NorCal reDneck Mafia in the spot!

Rolling down the main strip,

parking lot hot

Old Silverado sounding like a tank Got a flat tire right outside

the bank! Walked in the Wine Bar boots full of dust Bartender

staring like it's someone he can't trust

Some city boy started running up his mouth Told him take that

slick talk way down south!

(WHEATLAND!) Spilled a whole cabernet on my camouflage vest Manager yelling that

we need to take a rest We just came for pretzel bites

and laughing with the crew Now the whole back patio is yelling

at us too! (hahaha)

Yeah,

Jessie's asleep, she don't need to know

How sideways a Tuesday night can go

(Gotta keep it steady for Lee-ah)

Pay the tab, tip the barkeep twice Heading home smooth on the

gravel and ice

Take the load, Jessie,

rest your weary hands (WHEATLAND!

We got it covered tonight!) You keep the peace across these valley

lands

For little Lee-ah, making sure she's fed

Put down the weight and lay your head (WHEATLAND!

Rest up, Jess!)

(NorCal reDneck Mafia...

we out.)