Full send. We're talkin' windows all the way down. Music cranked all the way up. Up in smoke. Fuel on the fire. Long days. Longer nights. Dirt on the tires of an old truck. Cold beer on a tailgate. Five o'clock at the ol' swimmin' hole. The smell of fresh cut grass on the knees of worn-out blue jeans. A proudly-sported farmer's tan. Friday night lights. That trusted pair of cowboy boots. Red, white, and blue. Out in the wide open. Freedom.

Up in smoke

Blame it all on my roots

Let'r rip

In good company