[Race Announcer Intro] (Crowd roaring, engines revving) "Well ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Saturday night under the lights!" "Thirty-two drivers, five hundred miles!" "The grandstands are packed, the coolers are full!" "Strap in, hold on, and raise that beer high!" "Drivers... START... YOUR... ENGINES!" [Verse 1] Red clay dust on a lifted truck tire Tailgate burnin' like a brushfire White smoke rolling from the infield crowd Makin' enough noise to shake them clouds Beer can raised to the southern sky Everybody ready for a wild ride Telecaster screaming through the radio waves Another Saturday night we're getting raised [Pre-Chorus] Green flag flying, hear the V8 sing Everybody stompin' when the engines ring [Chorus] We're drinking beer and turning left Burning fuel with no regrets Redneck hearts beating out of control NASCAR thunder shaking our souls Raise 'em high, let the good times roll Chrome and gasoline running through our bones All night long till the morning light We're living wide open tonight [Verse 2] Honky-tonk piano pounding in time Synthwave flashing like a neon sign Cowboy boots on the bleacher rails Everybody howling when their driver sails Bass line walking, tires screaming loud Metal guitars cutting through the crowd From Daytona nights to the backroad bars We're chasing freedom underneath the stars [Pre-Chorus] Green flag flying, hear the V8 sing Everybody stompin' when the engines ring [Chorus] We're drinking beer and turning left Burning fuel with no regrets Redneck hearts beating out of control NASCAR thunder shaking our souls Raise 'em high, let the good times roll Chrome and gasoline running through our bones All night long till the morning light We're living wide open tonight [Jumpstyle Breakdown] Hey! Hey! Hey! Beer in the cooler! Foot on the floor! Faster! Louder! Give us more! Hey! Hey! Hey! Redneck nation! Crowd gone wild! Engines screaming! Country style! [Guitar / Metal Solo] (Chicken-pickin' Telecaster duel with shredding speed-metal guitars) [Final Chorus] We're drinking beer and turning left Burning fuel with no regrets Redneck hearts beating out of control NASCAR thunder shaking our souls Raise 'em high, let the good times roll Chrome and gasoline running through our bones From the pit lane lights to the county line This is our life and it's race day time [Outro] (Engines fading into the distance) "Checkered flag's in the air!" "The beer is cold!" "The tires are smoked!" "And the party ain't over yet!" "See y'all next race day!"
