Lyrics by me, light audio generated by suno.ai, editing, arrangement and mastering by me

HOT STREAK
Words and Music (c) Brent Lillie


I’ve got a pocket full of hundred dollar bills
Gonna drive all day until I hit those neon lights
There’s a big pot of gold on the other side of that hill
Yeah I’m on a hot streak and I know I can’t lose tonight

Found a rabbit’s foot in a meadow full of four leaf clovers
All lit up by a sky full of shootin’ stars
I’ve got wishes backed up to the middle of next October
I’m shootin’ for the moon ‘cos I’m on a hot streak tonight

I’m on a hot streak, got a hand full of aces and I’m goin’ places
On a hot streak, got my arms round my honey and the engine runnin’
On a hot streak, I know I’m gonna win so deal me in
I’m on a hot streak, I’m a-gonna break the bank tonight

My head feels like it’s spinnin’ like a roulette wheel
Sounds like thunder when I roll those tumblin’ dice
It’s a one horse race, I’m winnin’ on every deal
Lady Luck’s really smilin’ down on me tonight

Found a rabbit’s foot in a meadow full of four leaf clovers
All lit up by a sky full of shootin’ stars
I’ve got wishes backed up to the middle of next October
I’m shootin’ for the moon ‘cos I’m on a hot streak tonight

I’m on a hot streak, cruisin’ into town with the windows down
On a hot streak, you better stand back while I build my stack
On a hot streak, I ain’t gonna sleep for at least a week
I’m on a hot streak, gonna hit ‘em like a lightnin’ bolt

I’m on a hot streak, got a hand full of aces and I’m goin’ places
On a hot streak, got my arms round my honey and the engine runnin’
On a hot streak, I know I’m gonna win so deal me in
I’m on a hot streak, I’m a-gonna break the bank tonight
I’m on a hot streak
I’m on a hot streak
I’m on a hot streak, gonna a hit ‘em like a lightnin’ bolt

Hot Streak

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Written and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson.
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She’s a small-town girl, loves her mama,
Loves sunsets and them country tunes.
She’s a small-town girl, nuts for Elvis,
Loves wildflowers and horses too.

She loves horses, yeah she hums when she sees ’em,
She buys magazines just to read ’bout feedin’ ’em.
She likes football, but she cheers for the horses,
Yeah, she likes horses.

Now I’m free! Free horses!
Yeah I’m free! Free horses!
Now I’m free! Free horses!
Yeah I’m free! Free horses!

And if there’s one thing that gets her heart racin’,
It’s that clip-clop sound she keeps on chasin’.
Just to be clear, she’s not into mooses,
She loves horses — no excuses.

She dreams horses, yeah she talks about horses,
Knows each breed and the saddle courses.
She loves horse tails, horse hair and horse faces,
She loves saddles, reins, and open spaces.

Now I’m free! Free horses!
Yeah I’m free! Free horses!
Now I’m free! Free horses!
Yeah I’m free! Free horses!

She likes ponies, but they ain’t the same,
She says “ponies cute, but horses reign.”
She calls unicorns “corny horny horses,”
She loves horses — and no divorces.

She’s got boots in the backseat, hay in her hair,
Radio stuck on a country-fair air.
Every song about love turns into a ride,
She whispers “giddy up” with that look in her eyes.
Sunset burnin’, wind in her mane,
She calls my name like a runaway train.
If I had a dollar for every neigh she knew,
I’d buy a ranch just to keep her view.

Yo, she’s in the barn wearin’ cowgirl kicks,
Talkin’ ’bout feed mix and training tricks.
Got a playlist full of hoofbeat vibes,
Every beat she drops, them horses arrive.
She’s got bridle bling and leather shine,
Talkin’ to mares like “girl, you fine.”
Ridin’ through life on a country beat,
Hay in her hair and boots on her feet.
No city boy gonna change her course —
She’s free as the wind, and wild like a horse.

Yeah, on weekends she teaches courses ’bout horses,
Quotes Mr. Ed like he’s one of her sources.
She takes beach walks, hummin’ country choruses,
Talks Kevin Bacon ’cause he likes horses.
Jimmy Fallon’s cool, but if you quote other jokes, she’ll ask what your source is,
Then steer the chat back — only to horses.

Now I’m free! Free horses!
Yeah I’m free! Free horses!
Now I’m free! Free horses!
Yeah I’m free! Free horses!



Free Horses

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