Backroad Bonfire Anthem

[Verse 1]
Kick dust up on the two-lane
Cooler in the back, paint flaked off
Mud on my boots, shirt smellin’ like smoke
Bible on the dash, but I still talk tough
Neighbors know that rumble
Lifted truck, flag in the wind
Mama says “boy, be humble”
But I was raised to stand, not bend
[Chorus]
’Round this bonfire, we don’t back down
Carhartt caps and a hometown crowd
Got my people, got my land, that’s my life, that’s my pride
Hands up high for the red, white, south side (hey!)
From the pine trees to the power line
We ride hard, ain’t scared to draw the line
If you love where you from, let that voice get loud
’Round this bonfire, we don’t back down
[Verse 2]
Old .22 in the gun rack
Granddad’s name carved in the stock
Taught me keep the peace, but protect your own
And speak up when it’s time to talk
Skull can ring in my back pocket
Dirt on my jeans, heart full of fight
Pray for the ones that stand against us
But I ain’t gonna run tonight (nah)
[Chorus]
’Round this bonfire, we don’t back down
Carhartt caps and a hometown crowd
Got my people, got my land, that’s my life, that’s my pride
Hands up high for the red, white, south side (come on)
From the pine trees to the power line
We ride hard, ain’t scared to draw the line
If you love where you from, let that voice get loud
’Round this bonfire, we don’t back down
[Bridge]
Tailgate throne, that’s my kingdom (yeah)
Smoke in the air, we singin’
This dirt, this church, this freedom
Ain’t nobody gonna take that from me
[Chorus]
’Round this bonfire, we don’t back down
Carhartt caps and a hometown crowd
Got my people, got my land, that’s my life, that’s my pride
Hands up high for the red, white, south side
From the pine trees to the power line
We ride hard, ain’t scared to draw the line
If you love where you from, let that voice get loud
’Round this bonfire, we don’t back down

rap, Country trap stomp with crunchy Telecaster riffs over a head-nod groove, 808-weighted low end under live kit snap, male vocals with a gritty Southern drawl, verses tight and rhythmic, chorus big and chantable with gang shouts and stacked harmonies, occasional dobro licks and crowd “hey”s to make it feel tailgate-ready, country