Lyrics

Verse 1
Midnight rollin’ on a two-lane black,
Moon hangin’ low on a cattle rack,
Diesel hummin’ like a six-string scream,
Chrome so bright it cuts the dark clean.
Boots on the floor, toothpick right,
Tryin’ to keep them eyelids in the fight,
Radio cracks, breaker one-nine,
Hundred miles an hour, runnin’ on borrowed time.

Pre-Chorus
Clock don’t care and sleep gotta wait,
Cuz them cows gotta cross the state,
Pedal down, no second guessin’,
If it smells like shit, damn, that’s a blessin’.

Chorus
Cow shit smellin’ like money tonight,
Haulin’ beef by the dash light glow,
Lit-up trucks, chrome shinin’ bright,
CB talkin’ where the cowboys roll.
Left lane locked, hammer down,
Ain’t no slowin’ this runaway sound,
From sundown till the mornin’ sun,
We get ‘em there fast—yeah, we get it done.

Verse 2
Trailer follows’ like a restless beast,
Steel and muscle, west to east,
Dust on the boots, sweat on the wheel,
This ain’t a job—this shit is real.
Coffee gone cold, jaw clenched tight,
White lines flashin’ like barroom lights,
Every mile paid in blood and grime,
Livestock livin’ on borrowed time.

Pre-Chorus
They don’t see the work, but smell the load,
Don’t know the talk of this backroad code,
But when the calves are stacked in just right,
That’s got us runnin’ through the night.

Chorus
Cow shit smellin’ like money tonight,
Haulin’ beef by the dash light glow,
Lit-up trucks, chrome shinin’ bright,
CB talkin’ where the cowboys roll.
Left lane locked, hammer down,
Ain’t no slowin’ this runaway sound,
From sundown till the mornin’ sun,
We get ‘em there fast—yeah, we get it done.

Bridge
Ain’t no crybaby gonna ride this lane,
Ain’t no desk jockey know this kinda pain,
It’s diesel prayers and highway hymns,
Grease-stained jeans and tired men.
Smell that load? Coming thru town!
That’s dust on the dirt, never slowin down!
Laugh if you want, but we already know—
This job may be dirty, but always ready to go!


Breakdown
Breaker breaker, keep it clear,
Big load heavy, comin’ right through here,
If you see our lights in your mirror flash—
Best slide right, we movin’ fast.

Final Chorus (Big & Loud)
Cow shit smellin’ like money tonight,
Ain’t ashamed of a single mile,
Lit-up trucks, chrome shinin’ bright,
Wearin’ sleep like a crooked smile.
Left lane occupied, no regret,
Every paycheck earned in sweat,
Through the dark till the job’s all done,
We haul them bulls—yeah, we make that run.

Outro
When the sun hits the loading gate,
And the engine ticks like it needs a break,
We spit that toothpick, grin just right—
Another load moves again tonight