[Verse]
Rolling down that steel paved road,
Neon signs, a heavy load.
City hums, a buzzing sting,
But here I go, just doin' my thing.
[Chorus]
I'm just doin' my thang, let the bright lights ring,
Futuristic skyline, but I don’t feel a thing.
Yeah, I'm leather-worn, like an old horse saddle,
City swings forward, but I’ll stick to my cattle.
[Verse 2]
Concrete rivers running fast,
Dreams in glass that never last.
Through this chaos, I still cling,
To simple roots, just doin’ my thing.
[Chorus]
I'm just doin' my thang, let the bright lights ring,
Futuristic skyline, but I don’t feel a thing.
Yeah, I'm leather-worn, like an old horse saddle,
City swings forward, but I’ll stick to my cattle.
[Bridge]
Sunrise glows on metal sheets,
Small-town whispers beat concrete streets.
The future's loud, it sings and stings,
But I find peace, just doin' my thing.
[Chorus]
I'm just doin' my thang, let the bright lights ring,
Futuristic skyline, but I don’t feel a thing.
Yeah, I'm leather-worn, like an old horse saddle,
City swings forward, but I’ll stick to my cattle.
[Verse]
Rolling down that steel paved road,
Neon signs, a heavy load.
City hums, a buzzing sting,
But here I go, just doin' my thing.
[Chorus]
I'm just doin' my thang, let the bright lights ring,
Futuristic skyline, but I don’t feel a thing.
Yeah, I'm leather-worn, like an old horse saddle,
City swings forward, but I’ll stick to my cattle.
[Verse 2]
Concrete rivers running fast,
Dreams in glass that never last.
Through this chaos, I still cling,
To simple roots, just doin’ my thing.
[Chorus]
I'm just doin' my thang, let the bright lights ring,
Futuristic skyline, but I don’t feel a thing.
Yeah, I'm leather-worn, like an old horse saddle,
City swings forward, but I’ll stick to my cattle.
[Bridge]
Sunrise glows on metal sheets,
Small-town whispers beat concrete streets.
The future's loud, it sings and stings,
But I find peace, just doin' my thing.
[Chorus]
I'm just doin' my thang, let the bright lights ring,
Futuristic skyline, but I don’t feel a thing.
Yeah, I'm leather-worn, like an old horse saddle,
City swings forward, but I’ll stick to my cattle.