Til the tires burn off
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v1
@ BJ Horne
2026-04-28 23:09:13
Lyrics
**(Verse 1)**
I seen oilfield boys and river men break
Saw gamblers grin with too much at stake
Some pray for mercy, some ride the wave
Some leave this world and nobody knows their name
I knew a drifter out of Caroline clay
Said every dog gets hunted one day
He laughed and pointed when the night got black
Said “watch that Flock boy bring the old ghosts back”
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**(Chorus)**
Run it till the tires go down
Smoke in the moonlight, fire all around
Hold what you got when the world gets mean
There’s still a few wild ones runnin’ clean
Run it hard, son, don’t lift too soon
Steel in your blood and dust on your boots
Some men back off… some risk it all
Like Zane at Martinsville, ridin’ that wall
---
**(Verse 2)**
There’s men chase gold and men chase grace
Some chase the devil clear cross the interstate
Some get famous and fade away fast
Some drive like they’re settlin’ scores with the past
Heard an old jukebox down in Tennessee
Play Merle loud through a cracked-up speaker screen
Bartender smiled said “boy times got rough…”
“Then Flock won three straight and folks believed enough”
---
**(Chorus)**
Run it till the tires go down
Smoke in the moonlight, fire all around
Hold what you got when the world gets mean
There’s still a few wild ones runnin’ clean
Run it hard, son, don’t lift too soon
Steel in your blood and dust on your boots
Some men back off… some risk it all
Like Zane at Martinsville, ridin’ that wall
---
**(Bridge)**
Lord there’s thunder in the backstretch wind
Some men lose… some rise again
And legends aren't mar playin' it safe.
Hammer down, never lift when it's all at stake.
I seen a black 91 cut through the night
Like an old crow huntin’ under superspeedway lights
And I thought freedom still might survive
Long as fools and racers keep dreams alive
---
**Final Chorus)**
Run it till the tires go down
Let the whole damn grandstand shake the ground
Raise one up for the ones still gone
And the stubborn souls still hangin’ on
Run it hard son don’t lift too soon
Death may howl but it won’t catch you
Like Zane Flock when the white flag falls
Some men make laps… some ride walls.
I seen oilfield boys and river men break
Saw gamblers grin with too much at stake
Some pray for mercy, some ride the wave
Some leave this world and nobody knows their name
I knew a drifter out of Caroline clay
Said every dog gets hunted one day
He laughed and pointed when the night got black
Said “watch that Flock boy bring the old ghosts back”
---
**(Chorus)**
Run it till the tires go down
Smoke in the moonlight, fire all around
Hold what you got when the world gets mean
There’s still a few wild ones runnin’ clean
Run it hard, son, don’t lift too soon
Steel in your blood and dust on your boots
Some men back off… some risk it all
Like Zane at Martinsville, ridin’ that wall
---
**(Verse 2)**
There’s men chase gold and men chase grace
Some chase the devil clear cross the interstate
Some get famous and fade away fast
Some drive like they’re settlin’ scores with the past
Heard an old jukebox down in Tennessee
Play Merle loud through a cracked-up speaker screen
Bartender smiled said “boy times got rough…”
“Then Flock won three straight and folks believed enough”
---
**(Chorus)**
Run it till the tires go down
Smoke in the moonlight, fire all around
Hold what you got when the world gets mean
There’s still a few wild ones runnin’ clean
Run it hard, son, don’t lift too soon
Steel in your blood and dust on your boots
Some men back off… some risk it all
Like Zane at Martinsville, ridin’ that wall
---
**(Bridge)**
Lord there’s thunder in the backstretch wind
Some men lose… some rise again
And legends aren't mar playin' it safe.
Hammer down, never lift when it's all at stake.
I seen a black 91 cut through the night
Like an old crow huntin’ under superspeedway lights
And I thought freedom still might survive
Long as fools and racers keep dreams alive
---
**Final Chorus)**
Run it till the tires go down
Let the whole damn grandstand shake the ground
Raise one up for the ones still gone
And the stubborn souls still hangin’ on
Run it hard son don’t lift too soon
Death may howl but it won’t catch you
Like Zane Flock when the white flag falls
Some men make laps… some ride walls.
Style of Music
Male Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Moderate (76-108 BPM), Country, Fiddle, Banjo, Harmonica, outlaw country