Pass me that there 9/16
The box end with green tape
Thank you son
Bout got 'er done
We've whipped her into shape
Now climb on up there in that tractor
And give that key a twist
Lean easy off the clutch real slow
Looks like you've got the gist
It's something bout that diesel smell
That sends me back in time
To a little farm, tucked inside
The Jackson County line
Pack of Camel cigarettes
On the dashboard of the truck
Two old pairs of work gloves
Broken antler from a buck
We'd fire up that old pickup
And cruise on into town
He'd light himself a cigarette
And roll his window down
When I think about that old blue Ford
It sends me back in time
To a little farm, tucked inside
The Jackson County line
Grandma's in the kitchen
Mixing up pink lemonade
She'd bring a jug out to us
Sit and sip it in the shade
And she always had that coffee
Brewed before the dawn
That kitchen smelled like heaven
Can't believe those days are gone
It's something about a cup of joe
That takes me back in time
To a little farm, tucked inside
The Jackson County line
Rubber boots and wrangler jeans
Cowboy hats and doors with screens
Those memories they age like wine
From a rusted, busted, greasy, good 'ol time
By the Jackson Country Line
Inside the Jackson County Line
