Chorus
Rollin down that highway, chasin one more settin sun The radio won't feel the static hum, 18 wheels just tryin to run
If you're drivin through Arkansas, better slow that diesel down
Cause there's a little spot called Hazen, best respect, that smally town ground
Hazen's got a heartbeat, two lanes and a neon sign Church bells on a Sunday, Friday night lights shine
But when the daylight's fading and the night starts coming on
There's a crew in blue out looking, making sure we all get home
Cause Chief Bradley Taylor and his boys are riding through the night
Red and blue are dancing in that windshield light
Top cop of that prairie, standing where the lines get blurred
Walking that thin blue line to protect and serve
If you're rolling through Hazen, better keep your soul in check
Cause they're on patrol in Arkansas, watching over every breath
Sergeant Clayton Dillon's got his name stitched on his chest
Radio on his shoulder, always giving it his best
He's the convoice in the chaos when the call comes crackling through
Chief, I got eyes on Main Street, I'm right behind that silver coupe
From the diner to the back roads, from the fields to county line
They know every dirt road mailbox, every broken center line
It ain't about the glory, no it's about that hometown pride
Kissing their kids by the front door when they hit that midnight ride
Yeah, Chief Bradley Taylor and his boys are riding through the night
Red and blue are dancing in that windshield light
Top cop of that prairie, standing where the lines get blurred
Walking that thin blue line to protect and serve
If you're rolling through Hazen, better keep your soul in check
Cause they're on patrol in Arkansas, watching over every breath
On patrol live, cameras catch what most don't see
The fear and the frustration, the way they drop down to a knee
For a stranger in the shadows, for a kid who lost his way
They ain't just flashing badges, they're the ones who choose to stay
So if you're driving through Arkansas under that big old diamond sky
And you see those Hazen headlights slowly passing by
Tip your hat to those defenders, say a prayer for every name
Cause every quiet country evening, they're the ones who take the blame
Yeah, Chief Bradley Taylor and his boys are riding through the night
Red and blue are dancing in that windshield light
Top cop of that prairie, standing where the lines get blurred
Walking that thin blue line to protect and serve
If you're rolling through Hazen, better keep your word and pride
Cause the Chief and Sergeant Dillon keep that town alive inside
If you're driving through Arkansas, you had better be careful friend
When you're rolling into Hazen, that's where trouble meets its end
With Chief Taylor and his sergeant under that small-town sky blue
They're on patrol in Hazen, watching over me and you
