Race to Glory

Yeah, yeah

Just two lane roads and a dusty dashboard light We don't need

a map, we got the stars tonight Tailgate dropped down in the

middle of a pine grove Cracking cold cans where the slow creek

water flows No guest list needed,

no velvet ropes in sight Just the hum of the tires and

the deep blue night

We don't need a crowd to make a scene Out here in

the wild where the pines run green Got a speaker in the

back and a spark in the dark Writing our own story,

leaving our own mark (oh yeah)

Forget the concrete, forget the flashing sign We got a better view

underneath the pine Radio static playing something slow and sweet Dust on

our boots and grass beneath our feet They can keep the noise,

they can keep the city gold We got a fire burning,

never getting old

We don't need a crowd to make a scene Out here in

the wild where the pines run green Got a speaker in the

back and a spark in the dark Writing our own story,

leaving our own mark (oh yeah)

We build our own kingdom under the moon Singing along to a

simple country tune

Just you and me and the open air No other place,

no, nothing can compare

No crowd, no scene,

just us (just us)

Down a road of red clay and dust