Yeah, I'm blowin' the doors off this hang around town
Holdin' this old gun metal grey Chevrolet pedal down
Lead foot in a steel toe
Out runnin' the memories, rackin' up miles
Gettin' gone as I can takin' my chances spinnin' that dial
And so far I'm on a roll, yeah, I'm on a roll

Ain't nothing gonna kill these horses tonight
But a song like a bullet from a dashboard light
Gettin' shot through the speakers both left and right in stereo
Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio

It's been touch or go tryin' to get gone, couple close calls
But I just call up a station on down the line
Keep that needle in that red line zone
Yeah, maybe west is best, pick up I-85
Chase that settin' sun 'til it parks in the sky
But hell, I don't know, only thing I know

Ain't nothing gonna kill these horses tonight
But a song like a bullet from a dashboard light
Gettin' shot through the speakers both left and right in stereo
Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio

I need a melody without a memory
Take me where I've never been
I hear 'em gunnin' for me
I feel 'em huntin' for me
But I ain't tunin' 'em in

I still ain't over you
But I can feel it comin'
Kind a like the rhythm to these tires hummin'
That signal comes and goes
I hold my breath and hope nothing

A nothing gonna kill these horses tonight
But a song like a bullet from a dashboard light
Gettin' shot through the speakers both left and right in stereo
Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio
Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): Casey Michael Beathard, Eric Church, Monty Russ Criswell