Lyrics

that's what we call a song
Yves Stilmant © 2025
Verse 1A
We sang about some rebel roads
Moonshine girls and hillbilly codes
A redneck bone, a Gibson hum
And firelight where we come from
Verse 1B
We've chased down ghosts, we've lit the skies
Built songs from truth and whiskey lies
Some made you cry, some made you grin
Some made you want to sin again
Pre-Chorus
Every verse we bled was real
Every line, a wound that healed
Every word we screamed or sighed
Still echoes deep inside
Chorus
That's what we call a song, my friend
Where the heartbreak starts and the truth won't end
It's a fist in the sky, it's boots in mud
It's a six-string soul and a red-hot flood
We laughed, we roared, we tore it down
With a rebel chord in a small town sound
If you feel it hard and you sing it strong --
Hell yeah, that's what we call a song
Verse 2A
We rode with Clyde and one-tooth Buck
Built ballads outta bad old luck
Told stories 'bout the Duke and pain
And how we rise up through the rain
Verse 2B
From Bridget's song to Bodie's ghost
To fathers' hands we miss the most
Every track a piece of us
From soft piano to outlaw dust
Pre-Chorus
Every beat we've laid with pride
Is a battle cry that won't hide
You can bet when lights are gone
This stage still sings along
Chorus
That's what we call a song, my friend
Where the heartbreak starts and the truth won't end
It's a fist in the sky, it's boots in mud
It's a six-string soul and a red-hot flood
We laughed, we roared, we tore it down
With a rebel chord in a small town sound
If you feel it hard and you sing it strong --
Hell yeah, that's what we call a song
Bridge (chant-style, gang vocal)
Raise your voice -- for every track
We ain't ever lookin' back
Country, rock, or hillbilly wrong --
We were born to write these songs
Final Chorus (Double Chorus with Drop & Lift)
That's what we call a song, my friend
Where the heartbreak starts and the truth won't end
It's a fist in the sky, it's boots in mud
It's a six-string soul and a red-hot flood
We laughed, we roared, we tore it down
With a rebel chord in a small town sound
If you feel it hard and you sing it strong --
Hell yeah, that's what we call a song
Tag:
So crank it loud, and sing along --
You know damn well, that's what we call a song