Lyrics
Once a year, we roll at dawn
Strap the bikes and motor on
Kickstands up with fire to find
The soul of the ride in the Grey Creek Grind
Dust flies up, that throttle growl
Dirt bike boots in a backwoods howl
Clutchin' hard, keepin' time
Full of joy at the Grey Creek Grind
Grey Creek grindin', twistin' the grip
Dodgin' the stumps as we let 'er rip
Pipe's gettin' hot, but we hold the line
We earn each climb, one gear at a time
Over to the lake, cold water flies
Then back to the trucks under open skies
With burgers, drinks, one prize or another
Dirt bike family, bikes every color!
No race plates, no need to brag
Just skill and fire and a steady hand
Some ride smooth, some hit hard
But we all get tested in that backyard
Supportive families lined with pride
Cheerin' loud from the side-by-side
What we build can't be defined
It's freedom burnin' in the Grey Creek Grind
Grey Creek grindin', throttle and soul
Balance and guts, just takin' control
Through sweat and slip, the line we ride
Reveals the heart we've got inside
Over to the lake, where the stories pour
Then back to the trucks - we're ready for more
With burgers, drinks, one prize or another
Dirt bike family, bikes of every color!
Grey Creek grindin', twistin' the grip
Dust in the teeth and a don't-quit lip
We ride that edge, rough and refined
Full of joy at the Grey Creek Grind