If I could never age a day past senior year I'd still be burning up fuel in that rear view mirror Yelling to my buddies, "Hey man, no cop, no stop" You know that's right We was cranking up the dial jamming Rocky Top Hiding all our pot in our truck toolbox Saying, "Bubba I think we're good, they ain't gonna check there" But if they do But if the blue lights come I'll be stepping on the gas Feeling like Earnhardt going Talladega fast With my heart racing like it's looking for a checker flag But all you're gonna catch is
Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane Water colored sky, water tower spray painted all In John Deere green (John Deere green) When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow And that smoke up in the sky from a field down the road That's what I call home (I call home) Just living in a country song Just living in a country song
Rusty old trucks from the senior class With ripped American flags waving in the back With an exhaust so loud that it will shake My whole town (Oh yeah it would) With the CD skipping 'cause we done burnt it up Jamming "Flying Down a Back Road" while we was on the road Leaving black marks somewhere in small town USA (USA!) It was "Hey baby girl, do you need my Carhartt? Yeah it's getting kinda cold I'm trying to break your heart" In a square body Chevy painted up like the General Lee So we can let the cops see
Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane Water colored sky, water tower spray painted all In John Deere green (John Deere green) When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow And that smoke up in the sky from a field down the road That's what I call home (I call home) Just living in a country song Just living in a country song
Billy Bob loved Charlene and I used to love just running roads The smell of freedom on two bare feet with a mix dried up cedar logs Mama knew I was creek bound, south side Cheatham river rat With hair too long and big old letters that read "Backwoods" across my back Sunburned to a red crisp, skin peeling like every week Sneaking outta my bedroom window, man we thought we super slick Smoking pawpaw's Black & Milds, drenched in A&F Cologne Trying to cover up that wicked smell from all that marijuana smoke Mama tried, Jesus watched, God laughed and Satan helped What you expect? I grew up in a house that bumped the Charlie Daniels beat So if you catch me in Georgia I got the golden fiddle And I'm chasing the dream and I run at that old devil with...
Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane Water colored sky, water tower spray painted all In John Deere green (John Deere green) When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow And that smoke up in the sky from a field down the road That's what I call home (I call home) Just living in a country song Just living in a country songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
