(Verse 1) The sun’s just a memory over North Main Street While the asphalt’s still radiating that Texas heat I’m pulling out the driveway with a heavy-eyed grin Watching where the city ends and the night begins Got a cloud in the cabin and a spark in the dark Creeping past the shadows of the Livestock Park The bass is hitting steady like a pulse in the door While the tires find the rhythm on the cobblestone floor. (Chorus) Rolling slow on the strip with a windows-down haze Getting lost in the smoke of these Stockyard days Yeah, it’s a blunt cruise rhythm and a low-slung soul Watching all the neon and the stories unfold Not a care for the clock or the world outside Just the rattle of the bricks on a Northside ride. (Verse 2) Passed a midnight alley where the secrets get kept While the rest of the county and the lawmen slept I see the reflection in the polished-up chrome A long way from lonesome, but a long way from home It’s a funk-country fusion with a Red Dirt heart Watching all the pieces of the evening start Just a slow-motion slider in a high-speed town Keeping everything level while the sun goes down. (Chorus) Rolling slow on the strip with a windows-down haze Getting lost in the smoke of these Stockyard days Yeah, it’s a blunt cruise rhythm and a low-slung soul Watching all the neon and the stories unfold Not a care for the clock or the world outside Just the rattle of the bricks on a Northside ride. (Bridge) It’s the rumble in the seat, it’s the hum in the head Better than any word that a preacher ever said. (Guitar Solo - Deep, wah-drenched, and incredibly "behind the beat" funk) (Outro) Yeah, just roll it slow... Let the smoke clear. On the cobblestones. (Fade out)
