Livin’ In A Country Song Lyrics – Upchurch

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 rock guitar
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 whites come I’ll be stepping on gas
Feeling like Earnhardt going
[?] fast
My heart racing like it’s looking for a checker flag
But are you gonna catch us?

Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane
Water colored sky all with spray painted on

[?] John Deere Green (John Deere Green)
When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow
And that smoke 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’ll shake
my whole town (Oh yeah it would)
With the CD skipping ’cause we done burned it up
Jamming, flying down a back road while we was
[?]
Leaving black marks somewhere, small town USA (USA!)
It was “Hey baby girl, do you need my car
[?]
Yeah it’s getting kinda cold I’m trying to break your
[?]
In a square body Chevy painted up like a General Lee
So we can let the cops see

Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane
Water colored sky all with spray painted on

[?] John Deere Green (John Deere Green)
When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow
And that smoke 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

[?] 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 rep
WEith 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,
[?] cologne
Trying to cover up that wicked smell from all that marijuana smoke
Mama tried, Jesus watched, God left and Satan helped
What you expect? I grew up in a house that
[?]
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 all with spray painted on

[?] John Deere Green (John Deere Green)
When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow
And that smoke 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

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