(Verse 1) The dust is rising high above the Grandstand floor I’ve been pacing through the midway, looking for something more The blueprints in my pocket are crumpled at the edge We’re standing on the precipice, right on the jumping ledge The crowd is just a hum, a low and steady roar But we came here for the spark, the kind you can’t ignore. (Chorus) I gave you a little spur, just to see which way you’d turn To see if there was wood enough to make a fire burn We’re gonna spur up some new ideas down here on the grounds Where the spirit of the Stampede is the only thing that sounds And when the rowel caught the light, I saw the path was pure Yeah, I gave you a little spur—and now I know for sure. (Verse 2) It isn’t just about the chrome or the polished leather hide It’s the way a sharp suggestion hitches up a ride We sat behind the chutes where the heavy hitters play And watched the old traditions find a brand new way You looked at me and grinned, the vision starting to endure The moment that we kicked it in, the win was looking sure. (Bridge) It takes a little pressure to make a diamond shine It takes a little metal to keep the horse in line We’re digging in our heels just to move the needle fast Building up a future that can honor every past. (Chorus) I gave you a little spur, just to see which way you’d turn To see if there was wood enough to make a fire burn We’re gonna spur up some new ideas down here on the grounds Where the spirit of the Stampede is the only thing that sounds And when the rowel caught the light, I saw the path was pure Yeah, I gave you a little spur—and now I know for sure. (Outro) Yeah, down at the grounds... We’re for sure.
