[Intro] [Intro] Strumming up dust down that old two-lane Boots on the dash, gas in my veins Wild in my chest, heart off the chain (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh) [Verse 1] First light flickers through my old screen door Mama hollers, I vanish through the back porch Torn-up blue jeans and a restless mind I got that look that says, "Trouble’s mine" Down by the river with Jones and Rae Hands full of laughter, pockets full of ways Finding fences just to see if they break Elbows muddy, testing fate Nights run longer than daddy would approve Slingin’ gravel in somebody’s shoes They say boys like us always fan the flame Sliding sideways, daring names [Chorus] Oh, what would you do if you wore my face? With fire in your soul and the night to chase? Would you stand tall when they call you by your kin? Raise a little cane again and again? Does your heart pound hard when you hear them say, "That wild one’s back at playing his games?" Is it bragging or blame?—When the sheriff knows my daddy's name (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh) [Verse 2] I still remember last Friday at Ty’s Blue lights spinning their round surprise Windows down, hiding grins in the dark Cold can clinking, wild at heart We dance with luck and run like kids Sweat on my brow, shushing the wind Voices echo on the courthouse square Boot heels drumming, but I don't care Cousin’s truck rattling louder than sin Spud’s old mutt barking to let us in They all say I got my old man’s bite But they laugh ‘cause he raised me right [Chorus] Oh, what would you do if you wore my face? With fire in your soul and the night to chase? Would you stand tall when they call you by your kin? Raise a little cane again and again? Does your heart pound hard when you hear them say, "That wild one’s back at playing his games?" Is it bragging or blame?—When the sheriff knows my daddy's name (La-la, la-la, oh) [Bridge] He went rolling wheatfields, I run streetlights He slung fists, I steal me some midnight Every tale he told is tangled in me— Moonlit footsteps in family trees Sometimes I wonder what he’d confess Would he warn or would he just laugh and guess? This is home and the road’s been the same (Gonna carve out my piece, come wind or rain) [Solo] [Guitar riffs, boots stompin'] [Final Chorus] Oh, what would you do if you wore my face? With the fire in your soul and a taste for grace? Would you still chase it, wild and untamed? Could you carry the weight of this small-town fame? Does your heart pound hard when you hear them say, "That wild one’s back at playing his games?" Is it pride or shame?—When the sheriff knows my daddy’s name (Whoa-oh, whoa, la-la, oh, oh) [Outro] Dust on my boots as I walk away— When the sheriff knows my daddy’s name
