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Muscadine Bloodline

Evinrudin'

 

Evinrudin'


Woke up, it's 'bout to be one hell of a day
I could smell it from the kitchen in the bed where I lay
I had a Hardee biscuit waiting on me, calling my name
My daddy's daddy went and got 'em when he topped off the tank
He was sitting, dipping on a bandit, rigging a line
He said, "Go and get your brother, meet me out back in five"

At the truck that's pulling that '84 Hydra-Sport
Wasn't much of nothing, but was something to us
That boat was flying down the Alabama River
Was a middle finger to other fishers, messing 'em up
That thing was topping out at twenty-five
Rolling through a "no wake" sign
Trolling wasn't something we were doing
It's called Evinruding

She was the new edition, talk of the town
She said, "What do y'all do around here to hang out?"
I said, "Oh, honey bun, darling, I got the spot
You'll take a hook, a line, and sinker, tie 'em up in a knot
You'll just bring yourself a bottle of that muscadine wine
And meet me back here 'bout a quarter 'til nine

At the truck that's pulling that '84 Hydra-Sport
Wasn't much of nothing, but was something to us
That boat was flying down the Alabama River
Was a middle finger to other fishers, messing 'em up
That thing was topping out at twenty-five
Rolling through a "no wake" sign
Trolling wasn't something we were doing
It's called Evinruding

When you're cruising through the dew in the early sunrise
Water like glass, yes sir, ain't nothing like it
Once you try it once, you wanna do it again
Already got it cranked up, so won't you climb on into

The truck that's pulling that '84 Hydra-Sport
Wasn't much of nothing, but was something to us
That boat was flying down the Alabama River
Was a middle finger to other fishers, messing 'em up
That thing was topping out at twenty-five
Rolling through a "no wake" sign
Trolling wasn't something we were doing
It's called Evinruding

Evinruding

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