Lyrics
Intro
"I was looking at my boy out in the garage tonight, holding an old wrench and giving me that same stubborn grin. Man, it hit me right in the chest. That apple didn't fall far from the tree. Here's one for the next generation... roll it, boys."
Verse 1
We were sitting on the tailgate as the sun went downJust a father and his boy on the edge of townHe was wearing my old hat, pulled way too lowTelling me the places that he's gonna goI saw the fire in his eyes, saw the stubborn grinAnd I realized the outlaw trail is starting up again
Chorus
Mid-tempo bakersfield shuffle crowd shoutHold the wrench! (Crowd: Hold it!)Watch him smile! (Crowd: Smile!)The outlaw spark! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Like father like son! (Crowd: Same!)Riding the trail! (Crowd: Ride!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)
Verse 2
The schoolhouse teachers say he won't sit stillSaying that his independent mind is gonna build a billBut he’d rather fix a motor or go running in the woodsThan listen to the rules of the neighborhoodHe’s got my old rebellious blood running through his veinsAnd there ain't a cage alive that's gonna lock his chains
Chorus
Mid-tempo bakersfield shuffle crowd shoutHold the wrench! (Crowd: Hold it!)Watch him smile! (Crowd: Smile!)The outlaw spark! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Like father like son! (Crowd: Same!)Riding the trail! (Crowd: Ride!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)
Bridge
Music drops low - Just a bouncy walking bass and steady snare brush-tapHe’s gonna make his own mistakes and run his own lineBut I'll be standing by his side until the end of timeCrowd building to a warm, rhythmic chant: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Chorus
The entire band explodes back in with full twangy guitars and steelHold the wrench! (Crowd: Hold it!)Watch him smile! (Crowd: Smile!)The outlaw spark! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Like father like son! (Crowd: Same!)Riding the trail! (Crowd: Ride!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)tagThe telecaster and steel guitar trade clean, melodic licksYeah, it's the outlaw sparkCrowd shouts: Growing up wild!Like father like sonCrowd shouts: Singing our song!
Outro
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