Upchurch - Radio Jam lyrics
[Upchurch - Radio Jam lyrics]
There was a time when I would
Drive to the county line
In daddy's truck pickin' up girls
With the tags expired to a Dairy Queen date
Doin' under 35, jammin' 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 fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh) yeah
Man we thought we were somethin' with that
New Justin Moore bumpin' and buzzin'
Off of some beers had like two
Bud Lights in my stomach
Blowin' smoke whatnot and heaven we was
Just tryin' to be cool
Tryin' to impress the cheerleaders at
Our old high school
We's doin' burnouts gettin' tickets and the
Cops knew our first names
Game warden gave us tickets for night
Fishin' down at Cheatham Dam
No sense and no license just
A couple gallons of gas
And the 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 pickin' up girls
With the tags expired to a Dairy Queen date
Doin' under 35, jammin' 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 fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh) yeah
If I could talk to all the artists
Who came though my muddy speakers
While I was tail gatin' in the field
With both of my fists bleedin'
'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 he look like?"
I said "I don't know 'cause
Of my adrenaline plus it
Just me versus like three or four of them
But I didn't let them get me
I slammed 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 edge of that county line
To a Dairy Queen date
Doin' under thirty-five, jammin' 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 (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh)
Let the radio jam let the radio jam
Drive to the county line
In daddy's truck pickin' up girls
With the tags expired to a Dairy Queen date
Doin' under 35, jammin' 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 fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh) yeah
Man we thought we were somethin' with that
New Justin Moore bumpin' and buzzin'
Off of some beers had like two
Bud Lights in my stomach
Blowin' smoke whatnot and heaven we was
Just tryin' to be cool
Tryin' to impress the cheerleaders at
Our old high school
We's doin' burnouts gettin' tickets and the
Cops knew our first names
Game warden gave us tickets for night
Fishin' down at Cheatham Dam
No sense and no license just
A couple gallons of gas
And the 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 pickin' up girls
With the tags expired to a Dairy Queen date
Doin' under 35, jammin' 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 fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh) yeah
If I could talk to all the artists
Who came though my muddy speakers
While I was tail gatin' in the field
With both of my fists bleedin'
'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 he look like?"
I said "I don't know 'cause
Of my adrenaline plus it
Just me versus like three or four of them
But I didn't let them get me
I slammed 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 edge of that county line
To a Dairy Queen date
Doin' under thirty-five, jammin' 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 (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh)
Let the radio jam let the radio jam