Smoky City Rhythm

Yeah... this one's for Bird and Red...

Small town, big love...

Let's ride.

So fresh, so real,

real

Bird and Red, that's the deal,

deal

Ain't nothing fake 'bout the way we feel,

feel Small town roots but the vibe's surreal,

real

Country girl,

small town raised, Grease on my hands but I'm dressed for days,

Wrench in my back pocket,

swagger unmatched, Rebuilt a scooter from parts that didn't even match,

They call me up when the wiring's a mess,

I show up quiet,

walk out looking fresh,

BB on my shoulder like she's wearing a crown,

Small town girl but my name gets around.

So fresh, so real,

real

Bird and Red, that's the deal,

deal

Ain't nothing fake 'bout the way we feel,

feel Small town

roots but the vibe's surreal,

real

Fresno born but he found his home,

Redheaded king with a heart made of gold,

Steady hands, never leaves me out in the cold,

He don't talk much but when he does,

it's told, Rolled into my life like he was always here,

Now he's the one makes the static clear,

Fresno to Nevada, he made the move,

Found his fresh, found his groove.

Two different roads that somehow crossed,

Everything broke got a little less lost,

BB barks like she approves the match,

Bird and Red — no loose wires,

no patch.

So fresh, so real,

real

This the life we chose to feel,

feel Small town, big love,

that's the deal,

deal Bird and Red — forever real,

real.