Upchurch - Stuck on 17 lyrics
[Upchurch - Stuck on 17 lyrics]
This old town don't have much to give
But it's where I'm from and I'll always live
Bullet holes riddled in old stop signs
Corner store fronts froze in time
And the sun's goin' down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothin' like
Mud tires rollin' on
Hummin' through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's loud, but it don't bother me
Stuck on 17
Now this old truck may not look too tough
But from where I sit she's more than enough
Old radio dial tends to freeze
Always stuck on 17
And the sun's goin' down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothin' like
Mud tires rollin' on
Hummin' through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's loud, but it don't bother me
Stuck on 17
These windy roads covered in fog
Lightin' bugs dancin' in tobacco barns
Two headlights rollin' down one way street
And the sun's goin' down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothin' like
Mud tires rollin' on
Hummin' through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's fixed, but it ain't changin' me
I'm stuck on 17
Whoa, stuck on 17 mhmm, I'm stuck on 17
But it's where I'm from and I'll always live
Bullet holes riddled in old stop signs
Corner store fronts froze in time
And the sun's goin' down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothin' like
Mud tires rollin' on
Hummin' through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's loud, but it don't bother me
Stuck on 17
Now this old truck may not look too tough
But from where I sit she's more than enough
Old radio dial tends to freeze
Always stuck on 17
And the sun's goin' down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothin' like
Mud tires rollin' on
Hummin' through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's loud, but it don't bother me
Stuck on 17
These windy roads covered in fog
Lightin' bugs dancin' in tobacco barns
Two headlights rollin' down one way street
And the sun's goin' down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothin' like
Mud tires rollin' on
Hummin' through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's fixed, but it ain't changin' me
I'm stuck on 17
Whoa, stuck on 17 mhmm, I'm stuck on 17