Silverado sliding, yeah, I’m clipping the curb Got a little bit of whiskey and a lot of nerve Red dirt on the fender, neon in the glass I’m moving ninety-five, prayin’ I don’t crash Left my heart in a town with a one-way street Now I’m running from the ghosts that I used to meet Keep the pedal down heavy till the sun goes low Everywhere I turn is a place I used to know. [Chorus: Morgan Wallen] But I’m still out here chasing that midnight lightning The way the sky cracks, man, it’s almost frightening From the hickory trees to the city lights glowing I don’t know where the hell this road is even going Just a country boy living on a city-slicker beat Keeping one eye on the devil and the other on the street. [Verse 2: BabyChiefDoit] (Beat switches to a faster, aggressive percussion) Look, I’m in a Trackhawk, this ain’t no regular truck If he talking 'bout my brothers, tell 'em "good luck" I just touched down in Nashville, looking for a bag Morgan hit the line, now we zig-zag through the flag I’m a big dog, you a puppy, stay on the porch I’m the one that’s really leading, I’m the one with the torch Blue strips in my pocket, got 'em folded in half I was really in the trenches, you was taking a bath Chief done did it again, yeah, I’m state-to-state I don't look at the price, I just clean the plate! [Bridge: Morgan Wallen & BabyChiefDoit] Morgan: It’s a long way home when you’re lost in the dark. Chief: Real talk, we just lighting the spark. Morgan: Hardwood floors and the gravel in my soul. Chief: And we never look back, man, that’s how we roll. [Outro: Morgan Wallen & BabyChiefDoit] Morgan: Just another night in the deep end. Chief: Chief! Wallen! We really doing this. Don’t get it twisted. Morgan: Down that backroad... (The guitar fades out as the 808s take one last heavy hit)