This old town Don't have much to give But it's where I'm from And I'll always live
Bullet holes riddled in old stop signs Corner store fronts froze in time
And the Sun's going down behind the hills Beneath the trees and moonshine stills Of county lines that made me who I am And there ain't nothing like mud tires rolling on Humming through the night, nowhere to go Radio's loud, but it don't bother me Stuck on 17
Now this old truck May not look to tough But from where I sit She's more than enough
Old radio dial tends to freeze Always stuck on 17
And the Sun's going down behind the hills Beneath the trees and moonshine stills Of county lines that made me who I am And there ain't nothing like mud tires rolling on Humming through the night, nowhere to go Radio's loud, but it don't bother me Stuck on 17
These windy roads covered in fog Lighting bugs dancing in tobacco barns Two headlights rolling down one way street
And the Sun's going down behind the hills Beneath the trees and moonshine stills Of county lines that made me who I am And there ain't nothing like mud tires rolling on Humming through the night, nowhere to go The radio's fixed, but it ain't changing me I'm stuck on 17
Whoa, stuck on 17 Mhmm, I'm stuck on 17Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.