Waylons at the stick driving hard and driving fast looking for a landing where the glory's gonna last General James running on the ridge line high Putting on a show for the hunters in the sky We aint got a choice, no, we're runnin out of clock time to let em know when the big guns start to talk We're Crown bound and down let them stop and stare Waylon's in the driver's seat and he don't even care that storm is chasing hard but we're harder on the gas Gonna blow them all away and watch 'em turn to glass Load the magazines, Ben, keep the circle in your sight We're Crown bound and down and we're ready for the fight Charlie's down sipping shields by the creek Move like a lightning bolt and leave 'em feeling weak got a gold tier rifle and a pocket full of lead better keep your head down or you're gonna end up dead Waylon's calling targets and he's never missin once making every other squad look like a bunch of dunces General James shoots as he slides across the floor give them every thing we got and then we give them some more We're Crown bound and down let them stop and stare Waylon's in the driver's seat and he don't even care that storm is chasing hard but we're harder on the gas Gonna blow them all away and watch 'em turn to glass Load the magazines, Ben, keep the circle in your sight We're Crown bound and down and we're ready for the fight Fairfield Party and we took the crown Waylon's still driving and we aint slowin down Crown bound and down... we're outta here (spoken with quiet swagger) ...see you in the next lobby, Oden
