Raise That Bottle High

Oh, yeah, yeah Born with dirt on our hands and fire In our souls, good old boys Chasing dreams down the menless blacktop roads But the loves we left far behind We stumble out in laughter Leaving worries far behind We stumble through the heartache Fist raised to the sky Rebel hearts unbreakable Watch us touch Watch us touch Sky pride runs deep Like rivers carved in ancient stone Living free and fearless Never walking alone Oh, yeah Storms may rage And roads may bend Lost a few along the way But we ain't at the Blue notes in the bottle Tears we turn to fight Nostalgic for the glory But we ain't at the Blue notes in the bottle Tears we turn to fight Nostalgic for the glory Rounded through the night Hold on tight We're riding this wave Resilience in our role No change We can't stop We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break We can't break Yeah, brothers, to the Oh, keep on riding Yeah Ooh, fade out slow Keep on riding Yeah Ooh, fade out slow Yeah Ooh, fade out slow Yeah Ooh, fade out slow Yeah Ooh, fade out slow Ooh, fade out slow Ooh, fade out slow Ooh, fade out slow Ooh, fade out slow Ooh, fade out slow Ooh, fade out slow