Back in the day at Skate Church nights, Joe was ‘bout to scrap, tempers high under lights. I stepped in, said “nah, not tonight,” and that’s how the story of our brotherhood ignites. (Verse 2) From kickflips and laughter to smoke in the air, Two kids with no plan but we didn’t care. We chased girls, chased highs, chased the sun, Burned through our twenties just having fun. (Pre-Chorus) We rode those streets like we owned them, Got scars, got stories, but we never folded. And though the road ahead’s calling you far away, Our roots are still right here — this ain’t goodbye, just “see you someday.” (Chorus) Roll on, Joe Stuckey, ride hard through the night, From Fresno to Missouri, chase down what’s right. May the wind push your board and the sun light your way, We’ll raise a beer, tell your tales, till you’re back one day. Roll on, Joe Stuckey — this ain’t the end, just a new fight, You carry our years, our laughter, in your heart tonight. (Verse 3) We built stuff together — cars, dreams, and schemes, Garage lights buzzing, chasing wild-eyed themes. You found your dad out in St. Lou, Now the road’s wide open, and it’s waiting for you. (Pre-Chorus) You go where the heart leads, I’ll stay where I lay roots, But every memory we made — that’s forever absolute. If the miles feel heavy, remember we’re still near, In every street, in every beat, in every wasted year. (Chorus) Roll on, Joe Stuckey, ride hard through the night, From Fresno to Missouri, chase down what’s right. May the wind push your board and the sun light your way, We’ll raise a beer, tell your tales, till you’re back one day. Roll on, Joe Stuckey — this ain’t the end, just a new fight, You carry our years, our laughter, in your heart tonight. (Bridge) Skate parks echo with our names, Late nights pinned by city lights and flames. We tore up concrete, hearts full of fire, You forged your path — we just cheer from behind. (Breakdown) So here’s to you, brother, on that open road, Go find what you’ve lost, go claim what you’re owed. We’ll keep the flame, keep your seat here beside us, When you come back, Fresno’s ready to ride with us. (Final Chorus / Outro) Roll on, Joe Stuckey, ride hard through the night, From Fresno to Missouri, chase down what’s right. May the wind push your board and the sun light your way, We’ll raise a beer, tell your tales, till you’re back one day. Roll on, Joe Stuckey — this ain’t the end, just a new fight, You carry our years, our laughter, in your heart tonight. Roll on… Joe Stuckey — ride on.
