Upchurch - Backroad Runners lyrics
[Upchurch - Backroad Runners lyrics]
Timestamps on backroads
I got those by the truckload
We ran these, some too slow
Blunt cruisin' when we rode
Hittin' every stop sign with some
Bottles as we flew by
Out past eleven, but our parents all knew why
We was some backroad runners
Summertime junkies
Trucks soundin' like thunder
Yeah, we was some hometown boys
Letterman jacket with a name patched on
We're Pantera and a little Hank
Somеtimes fine wine or a whiskеy taste
Yeah, but some things in life can't
Be bought in a store
And one of those things are real country boys
Ain't no shame in comin' up on
A one lane in the cut
I used to stargaze and tell the sky
That one day I's gonna be one
Now I'm shootin' across the country
I know everyone can see
The wasn't-supposed-to-be white boy
In middle Tennessee
Never walked a red carpet
Only walk the fields of gold
That's my life you lookin' at when
You click on my video
My goal was make my mama proud
Give my brothers clean trucks
As for me, I take the
Bullets for the country, so what's up
Church
They told me clean my act up
But your boy ain't no actor
I made it cool for hip-hop stars
To rap standin' beside a tractor
Way back in the day I never
Dreamed I'd be all this
Until I seen a teenager in
A truck bumpin' my shit
And it gave me a feelin' I won't ever forget
A energy only lost when I'm
Worm dirt for fish
My right hand got a tattoo of
A hook and a line
'Cause every time I catch a vibe
I got Dixieland on my mind
We was some backroad runners
Summertime junkies
Trucks soundin' like thunder
Yeah, we was some hometown boys
Letterman jacket with a name patched on
We're Pantera and a little Hank
Sometimes fine wine or a whiskey taste
Yeah, but some things in life can't
Be bought in a store
And one of those things are real country boys
I got those by the truckload
We ran these, some too slow
Blunt cruisin' when we rode
Hittin' every stop sign with some
Bottles as we flew by
Out past eleven, but our parents all knew why
We was some backroad runners
Summertime junkies
Trucks soundin' like thunder
Yeah, we was some hometown boys
Letterman jacket with a name patched on
We're Pantera and a little Hank
Somеtimes fine wine or a whiskеy taste
Yeah, but some things in life can't
Be bought in a store
And one of those things are real country boys
Ain't no shame in comin' up on
A one lane in the cut
I used to stargaze and tell the sky
That one day I's gonna be one
Now I'm shootin' across the country
I know everyone can see
The wasn't-supposed-to-be white boy
In middle Tennessee
Never walked a red carpet
Only walk the fields of gold
That's my life you lookin' at when
You click on my video
My goal was make my mama proud
Give my brothers clean trucks
As for me, I take the
Bullets for the country, so what's up
Church
They told me clean my act up
But your boy ain't no actor
I made it cool for hip-hop stars
To rap standin' beside a tractor
Way back in the day I never
Dreamed I'd be all this
Until I seen a teenager in
A truck bumpin' my shit
And it gave me a feelin' I won't ever forget
A energy only lost when I'm
Worm dirt for fish
My right hand got a tattoo of
A hook and a line
'Cause every time I catch a vibe
I got Dixieland on my mind
We was some backroad runners
Summertime junkies
Trucks soundin' like thunder
Yeah, we was some hometown boys
Letterman jacket with a name patched on
We're Pantera and a little Hank
Sometimes fine wine or a whiskey taste
Yeah, but some things in life can't
Be bought in a store
And one of those things are real country boys