Lyrics: Peter Rodriguez
Music: Peter Rodriguez
I wake up with the sunrise, boots hit the dirt,
Flannel on my back, ain’t no need for a shirt.
Got a cooler full of cold ones, sittin’ in the shade,
Rifle on my shoulder, huntin’ memories we’ve made.
Out here in the wild, where the heart runs free,
Livin’ off the land, just the good Lord and me.
Plant the seeds, watch ‘em grow,
Harvest supper by the fire’s glow.
Off the grid, no chains to hold,
This is life, worth more than gold.
We’re livin’ full throttle, under wide-open skies,
Ridin’ horses through the holler, see the spark in our eyes.
Pop a top, raise a beer, sing a song by the flame,
Goin’ to church on Sunday, but we’re wild all the same.
Yeah, we’re livin’ full throttle, every day’s a new start,
Growin’ crops, chasin’ dreams, with a rebel’s heart.
Saddle up my stallion, let the wind lead the way,
Gallopin’ through the meadows, where the tall grasses sway.
Build a fire at dusk, let the stars be our guide,
Stories ‘round the campfire, with my kin by my side.
No Wi-Fi, no worries, just the earth and the breeze,
Growin’ corn and tomatoes, livin’ life as I please.
Plant the seeds, watch ‘em grow,
Harvest supper by the fire’s glow.
Off the grid, no chains to hold,
This is life, worth more than gold.
We’re livin’ full throttle, under wide-open skies,
Ridin’ horses through the holler, see the spark in our eyes.
Pop a top, raise a beer, sing a song by the flame,
Goin’ to church on Sunday, but we’re wild all the same.
Yeah, we’re livin’ full throttle, every day’s a new start,
Growin’ crops, chasin’ dreams, with a rebel’s heart.
From the pews to the prairies, I’m thankin’ the Man,
For the dirt on my hands and this free-roamin’ land.
Every deer in my scope, every row that I plow,
I’m livin’ for the moment, and I’m livin’ it now!
We’re livin’ full throttle, under wide-open skies,
Ridin’ horses through the holler, see the spark in our eyes.
Pop a top, raise a beer, sing a song by the flame,
Goin’ to church on Sunday, but we’re wild all the same.
Yeah, we’re livin’ full throttle, every day’s a new start,
Growin’ crops, chasin’ dreams, with a rebel’s heart.