They said I could lose a little real. And lose count of hundred dollar bills. Be that small town boy that finally made it out. I think that's where they had me wrong.
There's a live oak tree. You can still see off old 129. You can see the scars, its missing bark. Where it stopped my truck that night. . They say I took a swing at my best friend.
I had a buddy come down 'round last July. Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line. Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time.
Friday night and I need a fight. My motorcycle and a switchblade knife. Handful of grease in my hair feels right. But what I need to make me tight are.
Saturday night my first high school dance. Showin' up late in my sundays best. Seen you before ahh but not in that dress. The dj's last song and I lost the dare.
This city's looking like a ghost town. All the stores downtown they've been closing down. Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles. Are lighting up the sky above memorial drive.
A whisper away from changing everything. But is it safe to say such dangerous things?. And your hands are trembling. Girl, I'm weak in the knees. . It's times like these.
(feat. Colt Ford). . [Brantley Gilbert:]. yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones. Smoke rollin' out the window. An ice cold beer sittin in the console..
So we are trying to play our cards right. But i aint never liked playing by the rules. I should probably take you all night. Well i dont know about you.
Go ahead and crank this on up. Mmmhmmm. I grew up south of the Mason Dixon. Workin' spittin' huntin' and fishin'. Stone cold country by the grace of God.
(feat. Colt Ford). . [Brantley Gilbert:]. yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones. Smoke rollin' out the window. An ice cold beer sittin in the console..
I see you and me riding like Bonnie and Clyde. Goin ninety five burning down one twenty nine yeah. Looking for the law, while I push my luck. She's ridin shot gun like it ain't no thing.
I see you and me riding like Bonnie and Clyde. Goin ninety five burning down one twenty nine yeah. Looking for the law, while I push my luck. She's ridin shot gun like it ain't no thing.
Mamma, she's still got that picture. Of me and Katie on home coming night. She looked pretty in that fancy dress. But that girl was a barefoot, blue jean princess.
Growing up I was always mama's angel,. Never thought I'd ever fall from grace.. I was taught to walk with God and run from trouble,. But I ran with a crowd that was bound to change my ways..
I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom. In a truck that daddy bought me. And money mom had saved for school. . I laid down all my books and picked up the drinking.
There ain't nothing like the first love baby. Remember them high school days. Friday nights, Homecoming dances. Giving my old letterman jacket away. To old what's her name.
That long gray beard hung down to his chest. Ol' long hair was always a mess. And the laugh on that man, I'll never forget. You could hear him from a mile away.
The first time that I saw you, I knew you were the only one for me. And when you said "Hello", I wanted to hold your hand and take you home. . Related.
I guess some things never change. It's been a while since I been around. It still feels like goodbye comin' home. To what's left of our hometown. Stopped by and I saw momma, first thing she said.