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It’s About Time
Verse 1
I hear a six-string ringing from a garage down the road,
Young blood turning up the sound, letting good times roll.
They found their daddy’s records in a box beneath the stairs, Now Zeppelin’s shaking windows like they never disappeared.
The old drive-in is open, neon burning through the night,
Chrome is back on Main Street and the future’s looking bright. After years of going nowhere, something finally feels right— Yeah, the wheels are turning, baby, and it’s about time.
Chorus
It’s about time, yeah, it’s about time,
We got some fire in our hearts and a little hope in sight.
Turn the guitars up loud, let that freedom bell chime,
The good old days ain’t gone—they were waiting for their time. Raise your hands, raise your voice, let the whole world know: We’re bringing back the things we never should’ve let go.
The road ahead is open and the stars are gonna shine—
Things are looking up, and it’s about time.
Verse 2
Kids are wearing leather jackets, growing out their hair,
Trading plastic pop for music with some muscle and some flair. They’re learning all the legends, every riff and every name, Finding out a real guitar can still set the world aflame.
There’s a jukebox in the corner playing “Sweet Home Alabama,” A Mustang at the red light and a kid beside his mama.
He said, “Turn that old song louder”—man, you know I had to smile, Maybe what we thought was gone was only sleeping for a while.
Chorus
It’s about time, yeah, it’s about time,
We got some fire in our hearts and a little hope in sight.
Turn the guitars up loud, let that freedom bell chime,
The good old days ain’t gone—they were waiting for their time. Raise your hands, raise your voice, let the whole world know: We’re bringing back the things we never should’ve let go.
The road ahead is open and the stars are gonna shine—
Things are looking up, and it’s about time.
Bridge
We’ve been pushed around and knocked down,
But we’re still standing tall.
You can bury something honest,
But you can’t kill it at all.
From the farms to the factories,
From the mountains to the coast,
There’s a heartbeat getting stronger
In the land we love the most.
Guitar Solo
Final Chorus
It’s about time, hell, it’s about time,
We got thunder in the speakers and a reason to believe tonight. Let the engines roar, let that freedom bell chime,
We’re taking back tomorrow one hard-earned day at a time.
Raise your hands, raise your voice, let the whole world know: The spirit of this country still has plenty left to show.
The road ahead is open and the stars are gonna shine—
Things are looking up,
Yeah, things are looking up,
And it’s about damn time.
Outro
Turn it up…
Let it roll…
The old fire’s burning in a brand-new soul.
Things are looking up—
And it’s about time.