"Good So Bad" lyrics

Twenty years of routine, boots hitting every crack
Tight lips, [?] sunglasses shade of black
Cigar smoke in the air, melodies attack
Riders on the range, always ready on the track
Granny with the rhines, playing country with a twist
Spinning wheels day and night, never gonna miss
Club fights and dark nights, no, never wanted this
High speed to the future, right through the abyss

Hitting strings on a porch, moonshine in the sack
Bassline thumping hard, beats heavy on the back
We're strong on the ball, don't ever slack
Turning [?] good so bad

Good so bad
Good so bad

On the road with the boys, singing tails of yore
Good flow on the point, melody at its core
Gun slinging, tales, yearning for the more
Harmonicas and banjos, [?] we adore
Back to the boots, [?] just right
We're bring cool old-school back to daylight
Song shooting steady like a wild west fight
Giddy up, giddy down, ride through the night

Hitting strings on a porch, moonshine in the sack
Bassline thumping hard, beats heavy on the back
We're strong on the ball, don't ever slack
Turning [?] good so bad
Hitting strings on a porch, moonshine in the sack
Bassline thumping hard, beats heavy on the back
We're strong on the ball, don't ever slack
Turning [?] good so bad

Hitting strings on the porch, moonshine in a sack
Bassline thumping hard, beats heavy on the back
We're strong on a ball, don't ever slack
Turning [?] good so bad

Good so bad
Good so bad