Reckoning Road

[Verse 1] Blacktop heat and a busted sign, Old hound barkin’ at the county line. Boots on the rail, smoke in the breeze, Radio hummin’ some midnight tease. [Verse 2] Grandpa’s flask in a jacket fold, Stories get louder as the night gets old. Somebody’s laughin’, somebody lied, But we still toast to the ones that died. [Chorus] Reckonin’ Road, where the wild ones roll, Hands on the bottle, hearts on parole. Bare feet stompin’, dust in the glow, Ain’t no law on Reckonin’ Road. [Verse 3] Tires hiss by while the porch light swings, Cicadas singin’ ‘bout forgotten things. Mason jar shine and a banjo grin, We talk ‘bout losin’ but we still dig in. [Bridge] Moon’s on the jug, stars in the jar, Life don’t hit easy but it don’t scar. Ain’t no preacher, ain’t no crown, Just dirt, sweat, and a home-grown sound. [Final Chorus] Reckonin’ Road, where the wild ones roll, Hands on the bottle, hearts on parole. Boots keep poundin’, can’t let go, Raise that glass for Reckonin’ Road. [Outro] Sun creeps up and the laughter fades, Still hear ghosts in the porch rail shade. If the devil calls, he’ll know my code: Meet me out on Reckonin’ Road.