Coal Boots & Mic Stands

Yeah, yeah 120

BPM, let's go

Got the mud on the tires,

got the bass in the trunk

Dust on the dash,

playing outlaws and funk We don't need a map,

we just follow the pine

Chasing the sun down the county line (uh-huh)

Wide open spaces and a cold gold can

Dirt road rhythm is the voice of the land (yeah!)

We ride till the morning light

Living free, doing what we like

Old-school porch, but the beat is brand new

Sipping on tea with a kick in the brew They say it's

too country, they say it's too street

But everyone's moving when we drop the beat (let's go)

Slow it down for a minute,

let the acoustic breathe

Just the strings and the truth up my sleeve From the clay

to the asphalt, the story is mine (mhmmm)

Wide open spaces and a cold gold can

Dirt road rhythm is the voice of the land (yeah!) We ride

till the morning light

Living free, doing what we like

Just the wheels on the gravel

Yeah,

we out here (ahhhh)