(Intro) Yeah, the tailgate drops… Sun’s high… steel’s waiting… Let’s light it up. (Verse 1) Rollin’ up the dirt road, cooler in the back, Targets in the truck bed, ammo stacked. Got the boys all laughin’, smell of dust and gasoline, We’re the weekend warriors with a range-day dream. Kick the stands down, drag the gear out, This is where we blow the whole damn week’s stress out. (Pre-Chorus) Load it up, line it up, feel that heartbeat pound, When the thunder starts crackin’, ain’t nothin’ like that sound. (Chorus) ‘Cause we’re the range day renegades, kickin’ up smoke, Steel plates ringin’ like a backwoods choir, no joke. Bring the handguns, long guns — let the barrel glow red. But the king of the lineup’s what everybody dreads: That Smith & Wesson .500, man, it shakes the ground— Pull the trigger, feel the world stop spinnin’ around. Yeah, we live for days like these… Range day renegades runnin’ wild and free. (Verse 2) Got the AR barkin’, .45s slammin’ clean, .308 punchin’ holes where the bullseye’s been. Couple old revolvers with a kick like a mule, And a shotgun thump that’ll knock you off the stool. Hot brass flyin’, echoes breakin’ off the ridge, Smiles wide open as the casings eject out to the edge. (Pre-Chorus) Sun’s burnin’, smoke churnin’, nobody slowin’ down— There’s a rhythm in the recoil and the dust on this ground. (Chorus) Yeah, we’re the range day renegades, kickin’ up smoke, Steel plates ringin’ like a backwoods choir, no joke. Bring the handguns, long guns — let the barrel glow red. But the king of the lineup’s what everybody dreads: That Smith & Wesson .500 with the big-bore roar— First shot hits and you’re beggin’ for more. Yeah, we live for days like these… Range day renegades runnin’ wild and free. (Bridge) When the brass cools down and the sun dips low, We talk about the wild shots, the highs and blows. Laughin’ at the recoil flips and the targets we missed, Nothin’ beats a day like this. (Final Chorus) ‘Cause we’re the range day renegades, kickin’ up smoke, Steel plates singin’ like the whole world’s awoke. Got the handguns, long guns — barrels burnin’ bright, And that .500 Magnum bringin’ thunder to the night. Yeah, we ride home tired, but damn, we believe— These are the moments a man hates to see leave… Range day renegades… runnin’ wild and free.
