Boots on the rail, crowd gettin’ loud,

Boots on the rail, crowd gettin’ loud, Twenty in the gate and they're makin' you proud. Three-year-olds with fire to burn, They ain't lookin’ back, it’s their turn. Whoa-ohhh, can you feel that sound? Whoo-hoo! Gates drop, and they’re off the ground! Sprint, Gallop, Classic fire, Ten K each and the stakes get higher. They fought all season for a shot this tight— Let it ride, baby—Third Time Championship Night! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoo-hoo—ride! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—Third Time Championship Night! Dust kicks up, down the stretch, They’re neck and neck with nothin’ left. No second chances, no more games, Only one gets carved in fame. Whoa-ohhh, let the thunder roll, Whoo-hoo! Hooves poundin’ soul to soul! Sprint, Gallop, Classic fire, Ten K each and the stakes get higher. They fought all season for a shot this tight— Let it ride, baby—Third Time Championship Night! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoo-hoo—ride! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—Third Time Championship Night! Whoo-hoo! From the backstretch charge, To the final push, hearts beatin’ large. No holdin’ back, no slowin’ stride, They run for glory—let it ride! Sprint, Gallop, Classic fire, They came to run, not just aspire. Legends are born under neon light— All in, all out—Third Time Championship Night! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoo-hoo—ride! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—Third Time Championship Night! Let it ride… let it ride… Whoo-hoo! Third Time Championship Night!