Gone

Me and the boys getting’ out the noise, hoppin’ in our big boy toys - hitched up trailin’ to our little boondock hideout fishin’ and huntin’ and blowin’ shit up spot Don’t need a lot, that’s what we got

Throw a few invites to some VIP hunnies, no need for money just some good tires and some headlights lightin’ up the good times when that flame from the bonfire simmer down to some fireflies dressin’ that night sky like diamonds

No need to be nervous – it’s what’s on the surface

That mud and those trees and that dirt by the water and…

Ohhh - Where do we go to get out of control?

What songs are we singing? What beer are we drinking?

Yeah, we out for the weekend and we’re tying one on – baby we gone

Gone, gone – baby, we gone

People always askin’ me if I’m ok, am I alright

Cause I’m late night sangin’ in a 5-piece outlaw cowboy band on some stage in the middle of somewhere… some saloon or state fair

What they don’t know is no matter where I go, got this little gang a mine and we can find a big sky anytime to unwind one turn away in the fast lane to the roads with no names, got that big game, our lives ain’t the same man

I’m doin’ ok bro – but thanks fir your prayers though

I’ll be where the grass grow - way up in a stand bow and whiskey in my hand and…