Southern Heroes

**Verse 1**
We’re rollin’ down the backroads, headlights in the dark,
Cold beer in the cooler, jukebox on the spark.
Talkin’ ’bout the legends that we grew up to see,
From Earnhardt to Petty, now Bo Callahan’s free.

**Chorus**
Raise a glass to the Saturday night heroes,
Dusty boots and engines that roar.
We dream of the glory, the wins, and the cheers,
And Bo Callahan’s the one we still adore.
Outlaw hearts and a rebel soul,
Racin’ fast, and never fold.
Here’s to the ones who live bold and loud,
The kings of the track, and the crowd.

**Verse 2**
We talk about the races down at Darlington town,
How he leaned on the wheel, never let ’em bring him down.
Stories of a comet streakin’ past the line,
A badass legend, born to shine.

**Chorus**
Raise a glass to the Saturday night heroes,
Dusty boots and engines that roar.
We dream of the glory, the wins, and the cheers,
And Bo Callahan’s the one we still adore.
Outlaw hearts and a rebel soul,
Racin’ fast, and never fold.
Here’s to the ones who live bold and loud,
The kings of the track, and the crowd.

**Bridge**
Some ride for the money, some ride for the fame,
We ride for the stories, the fire, the flame.
And when the lights go down and the engines start,
You know there’s a little Bo in every heart.

**Final Chorus**
Raise a glass to the Saturday night heroes,
Dusty boots and engines that roar.
We dream of the glory, the wins, and the cheers,
And Bo Callahan’s the one we still adore.
Outlaw hearts and a rebel soul,
Racin’ fast, and never fold.
Here’s to the ones who live bold and loud,
The kings of the track, and the crowd.

Bluegrass, Country song, Adventurous, Playful, Male Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica, Fast (120-168 BPM)