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Rollin’ down that highway, chasin’ one more settin’ sun
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 small’ town ground
Hazen’s got a heartbeat, two lanes and a neon sign
Church bells on a Sunday, Friday night light shine
But when the daylight’s fading and the night starts comin’ on
There’s a crew in blue out lookin’, makin’ sure we all get home
Cause Chief Bradley Taylor and his boys are ridin’ through the night
Red and blue are dancin’ in that windshield light
Top cop of that prairie standin’ where the lines get blurred
Walkin’ that thin blue line to protect and serve
If you’re rollin’ through Hazen, better keep your soul in check
Cause they’re on patrol in Arkansas, watchin’ over every breath
Sergeant Clayton Dillis, got his name stitched on his chest
Radio on his shoulder, always givin’ it his best
He’s the convoy’s in the chaos, when the call comes cracklin’ through
Chief, I got eyes on Main Street, I’m right behind that silver coup
From the diner to the back roads, from the fields to county line
They know every dirty road mailbox, every broken center line
It ain’t about the glory, no it’s about that hometown pride
Kissin’ their kids by the front door, then they hit that midnight ride
Yeah, Chief Bradley Taylor and his boys are ridin’ through the night
Red and blue are dancin’ in that windshield light
Top cop of that prairie standin’ where the lines get blurred
Walkin’ that thin blue line to protect and serve
If you’re rollin’ through Hazen, better keep your soul in check
Cause they’re on patrol in Arkansas, watchin’ over every breath
On patrol if 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 flashin’ badges, they’re the ones who choose to stay
If you’re drivin’ through Arkansas, under that big old diamond sky
And you see those Hazen headlights slowly passin’ 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 ridin’ through the night
Red and blue are dancin’ in that windshield light
Top cop of that prairie standin’ where the lines get blurred
Walkin’ that thin blue line to protect and serve
If you’re goin’ through Hazen, better keep your word and pride
Cause the Chief and Sergeant Dillon keep that town alive inside
If you’re drivin’ through Arkansas, you had better be careful friend
When you’re rollin’ into Hazen, that’s where trouble meets its end
Chief Taylor and his sergeant, under that small town sky blue
They’re on patrol in Hazen, watchin’ over me, yeah
