Cheap Champagne (v5.5/2026 remastered)

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It's a Highway Hymn for the boys who don't wait for the tide, We trade our future for a feeling we can’t hide. We're fueled by Whiskey shots and a hunger in our soul, Living life outside the fence, takin' back the control. And the world can keep its rules, its schedules and its fear, 'Cause the wind in my hair is the only law that matters here!

Last stop was a smoky club, down a back-alley drain, Where the rhythm hits your chest like a fast southbound train. Saw a girl dance for dollars, eyes colder than the light, She called herself 'Champagne,' living hard just for the night. She said, "You got the look of a man who don't own a tie," I bought her a drink, watching the whole damn world go by. She said, "They preach about the future, but the future's just a lie," "So let's raise a glass to the moment, before we have to fly."

Now, I know my belly's getting softer, from the six-pack every night, Beer makes you heavier, but it keeps your spirit light. It’s a fair trade for a man who won't bow down to the suit, To feel a little joy when the day is full of loot— Loot that you earned with sweat, not some corporate decree. Yeah, I'd rather be happy and heavy than skinny and not free

Whiskey, chrome, and a kiss of cheap champagne... Just the taste of freedom, man... Just the roar of the engine.....Outlaw feeling...

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Sunrise breaks across the asphalt line, another dead end town left behind. Engine's singing a song of rusty chrome and speed, She's a '55 Ford, just what a man would need. We run on cheap gasoline and dreams we stole from the night, I got a map full of nothin' and the dashboard's burning bright. And I live by one rule, tattooed right on my skin The line they draw for freedom is the first place I dive in. It's a Highway Hymn for the boys who don't wait for the tide, We trade our future for a feeling we can’t hide. We're fueled by Whiskey shots and a hunger in our soul, Living life outside the fence, takin' back the control. And the world can keep its rules, its schedules and its fear, 'Cause the wind in my hair is the only law that matters here! Last stop was a smoky club, down a back-alley drain, Where the rhythm hits your chest like a fast southbound train. Saw a girl dance for dollars, eyes colder than the light, She called herself 'Champagne,' living hard just for the night. She said, "You got the look of a man who don't own a tie," I bought her a drink, watching the whole damn world go by. She said, "They preach about the future, but the future's just a lie," "So let's raise a glass to the moment, before we have to fly." Now, I know my belly's getting softer, from the six-pack every night, Beer makes you heavier, but it keeps your spirit light. It’s a fair trade for a man who won't bow down to the suit, To feel a little joy when the day is full of loot— Loot that you earned with sweat, not some corporate decree. Yeah, I'd rather be happy and heavy than skinny and not free It's a Highway Hymn for the boys who don't wait for the tide, We trade our future for a feeling we can’t hide. We're fueled by Whiskey shots and a hunger in our soul, Living life outside the fence, takin' back the control. And the world can keep its rules, its schedules and its fear, 'Cause the wind in my hair is the only law that matters here! Whiskey, chrome, and a kiss of cheap champagne... Just the taste of freedom, man... Just the roar of the engine.....Outlaw feeling...

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