Fireline Rodeo

(woo!) Dust on the windshield,

tank on full

Red dirt road with a heavy pull

Tires are spinning, kicking up the clay

Ain't nothing keeping me here today

We are running on the edge of the spark

Chasing down the fire in the dark

Roll on like a midnight train Wash away the dust in the

pouring rain Singing out loud to the open sky

We're too fast to let the dream pass by

The heat is rising off the blacktop line

Lost in the rhythm of the borderline

Old wood cabin fading in the rearview glass

Built to run and made to last

Roll on like a midnight train Wash away the dust in the

pouring rain Singing out loud to the open sky

We're too fast to let the dream

pass by (yeaaah!) (hahaha)

Roll on,

roll on Keep moving on

Yeah, we are gone