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 rock guitar 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 whites come I’ll be stepping on gas Feeling like Earnhardt going [?] fast My heart racing like it’s looking for a checker flag But are you gonna catch us? Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane Water colored sky all with spray painted on [?] John Deere Green (John Deere Green) When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow And that smoke 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 cla** With ripped american flags waving in the back With an exhaust so loud that it’ll shake my whole town (Oh yeah it would) With the CD skipping ’cause we done burned it up Jamming, flying down a back road while we was [?] Leaving black marks somewhere, small town USA (USA!) It was “Hey baby girl, do you need my car [?]” Yeah it’s getting kinda cold I’m trying to break your [?] In a square body Chevy painted up like a General Lee So we can let the cops see Dusty taillights fading off in a one-lane Water colored sky all with spray painted on [?] John Deere Green (John Deere Green) When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow And that smoke 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 [?] 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 rep WEith 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, [?] cologne Trying to cover up that wicked smell from all that marijuana smoke Mama tried, Jesus watched, God left and Satan helped What you expect? I grew up in a house that [?] 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 all with spray painted on [?] John Deere Green (John Deere Green) When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow And that smoke 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