Fire & Freedom

Crack a cold one, line up the stars,

Workin’ all week, gotta shake these scars.

Friday’s come around, time to ignite,

Raise your glasses, fire up the night.

From desert sands to open plains,

Boots on the ground, no time for aches and pains.

Strength in our bones, grit in our soul,

Marines and cowboys, born and bold.

Hit the dirt, feel the dirt under our nails,

Tonight's the night, break out the ales.

Leashes fall, freedom rings,

Party’s on, let the choppers sing.

Friday nights, we’re alive,

Raise your glass, let’s thrive.

Bonfires flicker, grill’s alive,

Livin’ free, in this Western drive.

Work hard, play harder, that’s the rule,

From the corral to the military school.

Guitars cry in a Mountain style,

We’re rebels, we’re warriors, wild for a while.

So here’s to the nights we won't forget,

Livin’ loud, without regret.

Saturday’s safe till Friday’s back,

Until then, we own the track.

Good Night Chesty wherever you are