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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Upchurch
Upchurch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Upchurch
Upchurch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Toner
Thomas Toner
Producer

Lyrics

There was a time when I would drive To the county line in daddy's truck Pickin' up girls with the tags expired To a Dairy Queen date doin' under thirty-five jammin' BIG '98 With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash A box of night crawlers and two poles in back of a single cab Just fishin' for love through the radio jam So let the radio jam (oooh oooh) So let the radio jam (oooh) Man we thought we were somethin' with that new Justin Moore bumpin' And buzzin' off of some beer tap like two Bud Lights in my stomach Blowin' smoke whatnot and heaven we was just tryin' to be cool Tryin' to impress the cheerleaders at our old high school We's doin' burnouts gettin' tickets and the cops knew our first names Game warden gave us tickets for night fishin' down in Cheatham dam No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas And the love for summer time and that new hot, hot track There was a time when I would drive To the county line in daddy's truck Pickin' up girls with the tags expired To a Dairy Queen date, doin' under 35, jammin' BIG 98 With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash A box of night crawlers and two poles in back of a single cab Just fishin' for love through the radio jam So let the radio jam (oooh oooh) So let the radio jam (oooh) If I could talk to all the artists who came though my muddy speakers While I was tail gaitin' in the field with both of my fists bleedin' 'Cause I just got in a fight and I thought I was gonna be in trouble When I walked in daddy's house he looked at me and then he chuckled He said "What's he look like?" I said "I don't know 'cause of my adrenaline Plus it just me versus like three or four of them But I didn't let them get me I slang mud on his head And Timmy chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat" 'Cause there was a time when I would Drive to the edge of that county line To a Dairy Queen date doin' under thirty-five jammin' BIG '98 With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash A box of night crawlers and two poles in a single cab So let the radio jam (oooh oooh) So let that radio jam (oooh) Let the radio jam Let the radio jam
Writer(s): Ryan Upchurch, Krishon O'brien Gaines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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