WILDCAT WEEKENDS
Sun ain’t up, but the diesel’s rattlin
Coffee in a thermos, trailer chains clankin
Four-wheelers lined up lookin’ mean in the dawn
Side by sides strapped tight, mud tires mounted on
Buddy hollers, “Y’all got the cooler
Somebody laughs, “Man, you know we ain’t sober
Pull out the driveway, gravel flyin’ fast
Another Wildcat weekend, just tryin’ to make it last
Stop at the store right off the highway
Beer run first ‘fore we hit the backway
Jerky and ice piled high in the bed
Lord knows the stories that night ain’t dead yet
We were raised on dirt roads, bonfires, and freedom
Wildcat Offload Park, Lord, how we need ‘em
Wide open throttle with the creek water flyin
Mud on the windshield and the engine scream cryin
Climbin’ them hills like hell couldn’t stop us
Laughin’ so hard every one of us lost it
By the campfire glow, singin’ old songs in the dark
Best days of our lives out at Wildcat Park
Unloaded the toys and we hit the trail runnin
Rooster tails flyin’, hear the whole crowd hummin
Jumpin’ dirt banks, slidin’ sideways through clay
Might break an axle, but we’re ridin’ anyway
Then somebody yelled, “Let’s head to The Dome
Every fool knew it could send you home
Steep as sin with a straight drop side
But we all lined up for that dangerous ride
Saw one boy snap his leg clean through
Tryin’ to show off like dumb boys do
Still remember sirens cuttin’ through the trees
While the wind rolled over that beautiful breeze
We were raised on dirt roads, bonfires, and freedom
Wildcat Offload Park, Lord, how we need ‘em
Wide open throttle with the creek water flyin’
Mud on the windshield and the engine scream cryin’
Climbin’ them hills like hell couldn’t stop us
Laughin’ so hard every one of us lost it
By the campfire glow, singin’ old songs in the dark
Best days of our lives out at Wildcat Park
From the top of The Dome you could see I-75
Like a ribbon through the mountains underneath the sky
And for a minute all our worries disappeared
Just family, friends, cold beer, and gears
Ain’t no church ever felt more right
Than headlights shinin’ through a Kentucky night
Yeah we were raised on red clay, gasoline religion
Wildcat nights and a little bad decision
Full send ridin’ till the moon hung low
Back to the camper where the firelight glowed
Crack another cold one, let the smoke rise high
Talk about the close calls and the times we survived
Yeah, good times we had climbin’ those hills in the dark
Lord, we left our souls out at Wildcat Park
Mud dries up, but the memories don’t
Some roads fade away… Wildcat won’t