(Verse 1) The sun’s dipping low behind the Livestock sign, I’m crossing the tracks, just taking my time. Got a pocket full of rhythm and a heart full of dust, In a town where the chrome meets the iron and rust. See the longhorns swaying in the evening heat, Feel the Panther City pulse under the soles of my feet. (Chorus) Oh, it’s a soulful stagger on a Stockyard night, Oh, it’s a soulful stagger on a Stockyard night, Everything’s golden in the neon light. Not quite a country song, it’s got too much soul, Just a Red Dirt rhythm on a rock 'n' roll stroll. Yeah, it’s unpolished, it’s raw, it’s a Cowtown thing, Wait ‘til you hear how the steel strings sing. (Verse 2) Passed a saloon door, heard a Hammond ring, The kind of "funky-town" fever only Texas can bring. It ain't about the glitter, it ain't about the show, It’s about the "take it easy" and the "take it slow." Just a joint passed and a "howdy" from a friend, In the place where the road and the West begin. (Outro) Yeah, just let it breathe on the bricks... (Red Dirt soul, baby.) Keep it simple. Yeah, just let it breathe on the bricks... (Red Dirt soul, baby.) Keep it simple.
