Wild Country Chase

Blacktop burning under our tires

Old highway's talking

in sparks and fires

No rear-view mirror, no looking back

We're pushing this engine right off the track We're chasing down a

wild country dream

We're running hot on whatever it takes

Dust in the wind,

fire in the steam

No stopping now, we tore up the brakes

(hell yeah!)

Two hundred miles

of county line

Pouring our souls out like

cheap red wine

Got a compass pointing straight to the sun

And we won't stop until the race is won

We're chasing down a wild country dream

We're running hot on whatever it takes

Dust in the wind,

fire in the steam

No stopping now, we tore up the brakes (whoooo!)

Running hot... Wild country dream...