Funk

WALHONDING TRAILS

Verse 1
Sittin’ by the fire, everybody talkin’,
Smoke rollin’ up while the night keeps knockin’,
One friend runnin’ his mouth, everybody watchin’,
Talkin’ that shit like he’s king of the place.
Then somebody checked him, put him back in his space,
Everybody laughed, yeah, we knew that face,
Just another night that we won’t forget,
Walhonding trails, yeah, we ain’t done yet.

Chorus
Walhonding trails, ridin’ through the night,
Headlights cuttin’ through the woods just right,
Mud on the tires, fire burnin’ bright,
Good friends around me, everything feels right.
Ride to the store for the drinks and snacks,
Load up the cooler, then we’re headin’ right back,
Four-wheelers rumblin’, boots on the ground,
Walhonding trails, that’s where we’re found.

Verse 2
Back on the trail with the engine wide open,
Laughin’ and yellin’, every word gettin’ spoken,
Trees on both sides, moon up above,
Out here with the boys, that’s the life that I love.
No phones, no drama, just dirt and the night,
Everybody ridin’, everything feels right,
Then we head back down when the fire starts low,
Already talkin’ ’bout the next place to go.

Bridge
These are the nights that stick in your head,
The kind you remember when the years have been spent,
A little bit wild, a little bit loud,
Just good-ass memories with a hell of a crowd.

Chorus
Walhonding trails, ridin’ through the night,
Headlights cuttin’ through the woods just right,
Mud on the tires, fire burnin’ bright,
Good friends around me, everything feels right.
Ride to the store for the drinks and snacks,
Load up the cooler, then we’re headin’ right back,
Four-wheelers rumblin’, boots on the ground,
Walhonding trails, that’s where we’re found.

Outro
Sittin’ by the fire, still hearin’ those laughs,
Thinkin’ ’bout the memories and all that we had,
Walhonding trails, yeah, that’s more than a place,
It’s the kind of memory time can’t erase.