Upchurch - Radio Jam lyrics

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Upchurch - Radio Jam lyrics

Coming up next is this years summer anthem: Radio jam by Ryan Upchurch And there was a time when I would drive to the county line In daddy’s truck picking up girls with the tags expired To a Dairy Queen date Doing under 35, jamming big 98 With your hair in the wind feet on the dash A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab Just fishing for love through the radio jam So let the radio jam So let the radio jam Man, we thought we were something with that new Justin Moore, Bumping and buzzing off of some beers, had like two Bud Lights in my stomach Blowing smoke but not inhaling, we were just trying to be cool Trying to impress the cheerleaders at our old high school We was doing burn outs getting tickets and the cops knew our first names Game warden gave us tickets for night fishing down at Cheatham dam No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas And a 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 picking up girls with the tags expired To a Dairy Queen date Doing under 35, jamming big 98 With your hair in the wind feet on the dash A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab Just fishing for love through the radio jam So let the radio jam So let the radio jam If I could talk to all the artists who came through my muddy speakers While I was tailgating in a field with both of my fists bleeding ‘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 it look like?” I said “I don’t know cause my adrenaline” Plus it was just me versus like three or four of them But I didn’t let them get me, I slammed one 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 county line To a Dairy Queen date Doing under 35, jamming 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 So let that radio jam Let the radio jam Let the radio jam