Outhouse Sprint

Outhouse Sprint - Fun dance-pop/country Lyrics: Woke up early on a dusty road Sun comin’ up, but my gut said “no” Had my coffee from a roadside stand Now trouble’s risin’ I didn’t plan There’s a rumble rollin’ deep inside A storm brewin’ I can’t outride I clenched my jaw, said a little prayer “A bathroom, Lord, I need one there” Every mile feels like ten somehow Ain’t never needed mercy like right now It’s a race to the outhouse, down a gravel road White knuckles on the wheel, losin’ all control Sweatin’ bullets, prayin’ I can hold the line It’s me against my belly and the hands of time Can I make it, or am I goin’ down? This ain’t the kinda way to lose your hometown pride It’s a race to the outhouse, don’t you slow me down I’m just tryin’ to make it there in time Passed a gas station, “Closed” on the door I ain’t never felt this desperate before Saw a diner up ahead in sight I hit the brakes like my life depended on it Walked in fast, tryin’ to play it cool But I was breakin’ every cowboy rule The lady said “Restroom’s for customers only” I said “Ma’am, right now that ain’t up to me” Heart’s beatin’ like a kick drum sound One wrong step and I’m goin’ down It’s a race to the outhouse, down a gravel road White knuckles on the wheel, losin’ all control Sweatin’ bullets, prayin’ I can hold the line It’s me against my belly and the hands of time Can I make it, or am I goin’ down? This ain’t the kinda way to lose your hometown pride It’s a race to the outhouse, don’t you slow me down I’m just tryin’ to make it there in time Ain’t no glory in a fight like this Just survival and a gamble you can’t miss Yeah, life’ll humble any man real fast When your future’s ’bout five seconds in the past It’s a race to the outhouse, I’m at the door Never been so thankful in my life before Hands to heaven, yeah I made it just in time Saved my boots and a little piece of pride Yeah I made it, didn’t go down today Got a story I’ll be laughin’ ’bout someday It was a race to the outhouse, Lord I swear Best feelin’ in the world when you get there So if you’re drivin’ and your gut says “run” Don’t you wait, don’t you play it dumb ‘Cause every cowboy learns it one way or another… When nature calls, you better run, brother