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Yeah, I was burnin' tread on a Ford flat bed before I ever turned 16 There ain't a daisy duke girl I'm this country Boy's world that ain't caught my shotgun seat That lake view store with cash on the drawer looked past my fake ID They say everybody knows everybody But they sure as hell know me In the map dot town 65 south bound in the middle of Tennessee Yeah, I left black marks on every turn Too sharp like Bo Duke and General Lee With all the hell I raised on this Cheatham County lane with a church on every street Every field, every road, every copperhead, and copperhead creek Shoulda named it after me Sprayed my last name with some Burgess paint on a broke down train downtown Been covered up with some rain and some rust But damn it still stands out In that map dot town 65 south bound in the middle of Tennessee Yeah, I left black marks on every turn Too sharp like Bo Duke and General Lee With all the hell I raised on this Cheatham County lane with a church on every street Every field, every road, every copperhead, and copperhead creek Shoulda named it after me Shoulda named it after me It's like the Sunday morning sun shining right down Up here in Cheatham County yeah we havin' church now I'm only gonna tell ya once ya'll better gather round You got the legend with future, ain't it bright now? We just some country boys spittin' little game on 'em When you read the history books I bet ya see our name on 'em Sing Church Like my map dot town 65 south bound in the middle of Tennessee (middle of Tennessee) Yeah, I left black marks on every turn Too sharp like Bo Duke and General Lee With all the hell I raised on this Cheatham County lane with church on every street Every field, every road, every copperhead, and copperhead creek Shoulda named it after me Shoulda named it after me
Writer(s): Ryan Upchurch, Sam Grow, Robert Brock Berryhill, Taylor Delmar Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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