(yeah yeah) (uh huh) Hook up the trailer to the pickup truck And drive off through the night Truck stop food and Chris LeDoux Yeah its big show time They come rollin in hell bent to win Yeah they draw a number and wait Say a prayer throw their hand in the air The second they open the gate Everythings getting faster, faster The whole worlds spinning faster, faster Hear the crowd screaming faster, faster Yeah you better hurry up, you better cinch it up And hang on yeah Time dont fly when youre on a ride A countin those seconds down Its seems like two lap times When youre bucking and tossing around But theres a buckle waiting at the end of the night Enough money to make the next show And a winning day is worth the pay Even though youre healing slow Everythings getting faster, faster The whole worlds spinning faster, faster Hear the crowd screaming faster, faster Yeah you better hurry up, you better cinch it up And hang on yeah hang on They never stop to take a breath They just try to keep up the pace They cant turn down another ride Yeah thats the cowboy way Everythings getting faster, faster The whole worlds spinning faster, faster Hear the crowd screaming faster, faster Yeah you better hurry up, you better cinch it up Go faster, faster The whole worlds spinning faster, faster Everybodys screaming faster, faster Yeah you gotta hurry up, you gotta cinch it up Hang on yeah Go faster, faster Ya gotta hurry up, ya gotta cinch it up And hang on Go faster, faster Ya gotta hurry up, ya gotta cinch it up