12 Ride Fast

Mud starts where the road cuts out No cell bars, no city down Got a stallion named Rust and a Chevy named Flame We race anything with legs or a damn drive train Bonfire lit boots on the tailgate Shockglass clinks and the boys don't wait Work hard all week, now the throttle's wide Ain't no fence holding back this three-raised ride Gasoline dreams and a bottle of blast Horses or hammers don't matter the track If it moves we race and never look back Work hard, play loud We ain't scared to stand our ground This land our past weighs Right, right fast my knuckles hey in the bed brand new boots and I hand me down shed camo hat tilt to dip in the lip wrenching and donning gone by six ain't no silver spoons in this camp just duct tape fixes and a propane lamp every man here got fire in his chest and when freedom calls we don't second guess we're Waddle, red cups, flash, diesel or stallion We all built a last just good ol' boys with a little whiplash Bonfires loud, laughs, nothing faking, nothing mass This crew, all class, raise right, right fast Big wheels spinning, the cold cans clash Whiskey talk, rebel past Proud of our name and we'll make it last From bars to blacktop, we raise a glass To the ones who work and the ones who blast Ain't no slowing for the free at last, cause we raise right