Livin' in a Country Song

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 song