Buckshot Rodeo

(yeah) (let's get it)

Dust on my boots but my mind is on the goal Eighteen-wheeler

running hot down in my soul Got a pocket full of promise

and a heavy-handed grip Take a sip of the country then we

make the system flip (uh-huh)

When the thunder rolls and the sky turns gray We don't run,

no, we stand and make a way (hey)

Break the fence down,

let the wild horses run!

(run!) Underneath the neon,

we are locking down the sun!

We don't bow to the pressure,

we don't bend to the trend From the gravel to the concrete,

we ride it to the end Got the sub-low knocking in a

beat-up old truck Crank the volume to the ceiling and we never

give a... (hahaha)

When the thunder rolls and the sky turns gray We don't run,

no, we stand and make a way (hey)

Break the fence down,

let the wild horses run! (run!)

Underneath the neon, we are locking down the sun!

Let 'em run (yeah)