(spoken intro cb radio) you got ya ears on out there kingstander lets roll this truck down that highway randy out !! VERSE 1 Highway’s hummin’ steady as the daylight fades, Chrome on the bonnet throwin’ sparks through the shades. Randy’s got a grin like he’s hidin’ a plan, Boot on the pedal, he’s a wild‑road man. Dust in the mirrors, sky burnin’ red, We chase the horizon like it owes us bread. Long miles stretchin’ with a dare in the air, But we run that line like we don’t even care. PRE‑CHORUS Fiddle’s on fire, banjo’s in flight, Telecaster twang cuttin’ sharp through the night. Boot‑stomp rhythm kickin’ dirt off the ground, And the roadside crowd knows we’re highway‑bound. HOOK (Extended) So watch old Randy run, he’s a fire on the line, Gear‑shift grin with a trouble‑makin’ shine. Highway hummin’ loud while the day unwinds, Kickin’ dust in the rear like we’re leavin’ time behind. West wind whippin’ wild, got the sun on the gun, We roll fast, talk loud, do what can’t be done. Sassy boots on the pedal, outlaw heat in the sun, If you’re lookin’ for a show, then watch old Randy run. VERSE 2 Fuel gauge droppin’ but the spirit stays high, Laughin’ at the signs as they whip right by. Snokeya’s in the back with a map gone wrong, Singin’ off‑key to a roadside song. Truck stop stories spillin’ out like gold, Every tale bigger than the last one told. We ain’t slowin’ down till the moon gets low, ’Cause the West Coastal Downs is the place we go. PRE‑CHORUS Fiddle’s still flyin’, banjo’s still bold, Telecaster bendin’ like it can’t be controlled. Boot‑stomp rhythm kickin’ dust off the ground, And the roadside crowd knows we’re highway‑bound. HOOK (Extended — Repeat) So watch old Randy run, he’s a fire on the line, Gear‑shift grin with a trouble‑makin’ shine. Highway hummin’ loud while the day unwinds, Kickin’ dust in the rear like we’re leavin’ time behind. West wind whippin’ wild, got the sun on the gun, We roll fast, talk loud, do what can’t be done. Sassy boots on the pedal, outlaw heat in the sun, If you’re lookin’ for a show, then watch old Randy run. OUTRO Roadside lights flicker as the wheels keep spinnin’, Every mile we pass feels like a brand‑new beginnin’. If you hear that stomp and the twang cut through, You know Randy’s runnin’ — and Snokeya’s too.
