Headlights cutting through morning dust Canam rattling, engines cuss Steel and rubber, whiskey strong We know this road, we know it wrong Switchbacks climbing into sky Every mile asking why Loose rock dancing under wheels Mountain don’t care how tough it feels Dave went down before noon hit Stood right up and laughed at it Blood on knuckles, dirt on face That’s just part of this damn place Broken axles, busted pride Flat tires stacked up roadside Leave it here — we’ll come back soon Same old story, different tune CROWN KING Dust and gasoline Broken things and in between Where the real world disappears And the noise finally clears Little JJ standing still Gas pump leaning on the hill Post office and sugar haze Butter stories from better days Butterfinger, Crown King sweet Mud on boots, gravel streets Cheeseburgers wrapped in paper thin Whiskey burning all the way in Night comes fast, fire burns Every scar a lesson learned Tequila laughs, old war stories Nobody here chasing glory Fire pirates come steal your fire Uninvited, undesired Trying to drain what keeps you breathing But they don’t know this feeling Out here the noise goes quiet No pretending, no denying Just engines ticking in the dark And brothers talking heart to heart CROWN KING Where we go to breathe Leave your shit underneath No damn rules, no pretending Just the road thats never ending Morning comes too damn quick Empty bottles, sunrise hit Somebody’s missing half the trim Somebody’s taping broken skin But every year we come back still Chasing something up that hill Not the ride, not the drink Just the space where you can think CROWNING KINGS Dust and memory Where we still feel free If the world forgets who we are We’ll meet again beneath these stars Crown King
