Tournament Morning Crook’d Hook’r

[Intro] Three-thirty. Coffee's hot. Lake's black. Let's go. [Verse 1] Truck lights hit me in the parking lot, Cold Tennessee morning, everything we've got. Rods strapped down and the batteries full, Matt ain't saying much—that means it's getting real. Ramp lights dancing on the water below, Back me down easy, let the trailer go. First touch of water and I come alive, Screens start glowing and it's time to ride. [Pre-Chorus] No jokes yet. No stories yet. Just that feeling before daylight. [Chorus] Tournament morning, Dark water under me. Running toward a sunrise Nobody else can see. Motor humming, Cold wind coming, First light cutting through. Tournament morning— This is what we do. [Verse 2] Ultrex waiting, Mega Live awake, Waypoints glowing across the lake. Matt's got a plan he's been building all week, Grass line first, then a point out deep. Maybe largemouth buried tight inside, Maybe smallmouth waiting on the other side. Doesn't matter yet—we haven't made a cast. For a few more minutes, Anything can happen fast. [Chorus] Tournament morning, Dark water under me. Running toward a sunrise Nobody else can see. No bills, No phones, No Monday breaking through. Tournament morning— Just me, the lake and you. [Verse 3] Blast-off comes and the throttle goes down, Navigation lights disappearing all around. Cold air hits and the shoreline slides, Every problem back home gets left behind. This ain't about talking. Ain't about showing off. It's the quiet before somebody makes that first cast. All those late nights, All that gear, All those miles getting here— For this. [Bridge] Then the sun breaks. First cast flies. And whatever happens next... We came. [Final Chorus] Tournament morning, Orange coming through the gray. Crooked Hooker running Into another fishing day. Maybe we win. Maybe we don't. Either way, we'll have something new. Tournament morning— This is why We do what we do.