05/30/2026
By popular request - here is the intro video we played on last week's show. And guess what? The Claiborne Parish Sheriff's Office sent over the information. 😉
And here are the lyrics:
We Don’t Ride the Storm — We Wrangle It
Verse 1
There’s a storm blowin’ through Bossier,
Papers flyin’ in the night.
NDAs in the whirlwind,
Somebody’s hidin’ from the light.
Duke’s holdin’ on for dear life,
Rex has got the rope pulled tight.
When the truth starts kickin’ dust up,
Bossier Watch rides out tonight.
Chorus
We don’t ride the storm —
We wrangle it.
We don’t hide from the noise —
We untangle it.
When the backroom winds start howlin’,
And the public gets ignored,
We don’t ride the storm —
We wrangle it, Lord.
Verse 2
There’s a clown in the cyclone,
A sheriff with a stamp in hand.
“Denied for no reason,”
Well, ain’t that a fine demand.
City Council caught in papers,
Police Jury spinnin’ too.
Library votes and public records,
All caught up in the Bossier stew.
Chorus
We don’t ride the storm —
We wrangle it.
We don’t run from the mess —
We put a saddle on it.
When the secrecy starts swirlin’,
And the excuses start to pour,
We don’t ride the storm —
We wrangle it, Lord.
Bridge
Duke says, “Rex, this thing is ugly!”
Rex says, “Boy, just grab that line.”
Truth don’t come gift-wrapped in ribbons,
Sometimes you rope it from behind.
Dust in our teeth,
Facts in our hands,
Laughin’ while the circus lands.
If they thought we’d let it slide,
Bless their hearts — they never met these guys.
Final Chorus
We don’t ride the storm —
We wrangle it.
We don’t fear the spin —
We put a handle on it.
When the good ol’ boys start sweatin’,
And the paper trail gets torn,
We don’t ride the storm —
We wrangle it, Lord.
Outro
Yeah, we don’t ride the storm…
We rope it, smoke it, joke it, expose it,
And wrangle it.