(Verse 1)
I got a tattooed cross on my knuckle hand,
Rollin’ 18 wheels through this outlaw land.
Got a .45 tucked in the glovebox tight,
But I cast a line when the moon hits right.
From Chi-Town blocks to the Gulf Coast bay,
I'm haulin’ freight and fishin’ my pain away.
I ain't no saint, but I pray at night—
For clean strikes, clean roads, and a smooth red light.
(Chorus)
🎶 I got a rod in the back and a burner in the dash,
Spinnin’ tales ‘bout a life that’s movin’ fast.
Catchin' bass in the dark, stackin’ cash by dawn,
I'm a gangster on the highway, with a fishin’ song on.
Steel toes, ten codes, heart full of grime—
Still reelin’ in peace one cast at a time. 🎶
(Verse 2)
Used to run with a crew down in Baton Rouge,
Now it's diesel smoke and a lakefront view.
Ink on my neck says "Loyalty’s law,"
But I’d rather hook trout than break one more jaw.
Got a CB buzzin’ with tales of the road,
While I bait my hook where the catfish go.
No judge, no cell gonna change my fate,
I’m a free man ridin’ with a heavy plate.
(Chorus)
🎶 I got a rod in the back and a burner in the dash,
Spinnin’ tales ‘bout a life that’s movin’ fast.
Catchin' bass in the dark, stackin’ cash by dawn,
I'm a gangster on the highway, with a fishin’ song on.
Steel toes, ten codes, heart full of grime—
Still reelin’ in peace one cast at a time. 🎶
(Bridge)
Maybe I’ll settle down where the pines run deep,
Trade this rig for a shack and a boat that leaks.
But ‘til that day, I’m grindin’ gears,
With tackle in the cab and no more fears.
(Final Chorus)
🎶 I got a rod in the back and a burner in the dash,
Spinnin’ tales ‘bout a life that’s movin’ fast.
Catchin' bass in the dark, stackin’ cash by dawn,
I'm a gangster on the highway, with a fishin’ song on.
Old scars, fresh bait, and a dream so fine—
Still reelin’ in peace one cast at a time. 🎶