Tim McGraw - Damn Country Music lyrics
Tim McGraw [Samuel Timothy McGraw] Start, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tim McGraw - Damn Country Music lyrics]
I packed it all on a whim
Threw an old Hank cassette tape in
Dad's '84 rusty Ford
He swore we'd never make it
I quit my job, let my momma down
Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town
Pulled my roots form the ground for
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
You might get lost in the lights
The things that keep you up all night
Whiskey straight, 3 am
Chasing songs in your head
It's the sweetest highs, the lowest lows
It's needing "yes" and hearing "no"
Just another sold soul
Believe me, I know it's
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It'll take you, break you
Damn sure make you do things
You never thought you'd be doing
Damn country music
When the money, the fame
The lights on your name all fade away
Well, you'll still be a slave to
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music damn country music
Threw an old Hank cassette tape in
Dad's '84 rusty Ford
He swore we'd never make it
I quit my job, let my momma down
Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town
Pulled my roots form the ground for
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
You might get lost in the lights
The things that keep you up all night
Whiskey straight, 3 am
Chasing songs in your head
It's the sweetest highs, the lowest lows
It's needing "yes" and hearing "no"
Just another sold soul
Believe me, I know it's
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It'll take you, break you
Damn sure make you do things
You never thought you'd be doing
Damn country music
When the money, the fame
The lights on your name all fade away
Well, you'll still be a slave to
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music damn country music