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Sawyer Brown

Under This Ole Hat

 

Under This Ole Hat

(album: Desperado Troubadours - 2024)


Burnin up the highway
Florida to Tennessee
Cutting out a path like a trucker flashing high beams
Forty years of road doggin blurring like a daydream
Screaming down the interstate
Lightning in the bloodstream
Time flies by like a bullet down the train track
Miles and miles under this ole hat

Load in another town
Leave it all on the stage
Turn it up, tear it down
Turn 'em on, turn the page
Wichita to Kansas City
Amarillo, Albuquerque
Break down, up and running
Arizona in a hurry
Worn out, throw it back
Beating out a heart attack
Miles and miles under this ole hat

I was a fast car coming down out of control
Now I'm the last train running tryna loosen my load
Breaking out of Nashville, chasing a sound
Not a clue or knowing even where I'm bound
But you never need to wonder where I'm at
You can find me hanging out
Under this ole hat

Soul shaking, ripping, roaring
California star gazing
Trailblazing, chance taking
Rain making, lighter raising
Subs thumping, wheel squealing
Show stopping, scene stealing
Heading south, long haul
Muscle Shoals, how you feeling?
Hit the road, hit the sack
Take it in and play it back
Miles and miles under this ole hat

I was a fast car coming down out of control
Now I'm the last train running tryna loosen my load
Breaking out of Nashville, chasing a sound
Not a clue or knowing even where I'm bound
But you never need to wonder where I'm at
You can find me hanging out
Under this ole hat

Well, God bless Charley Pride
James Brown, CDB
The real writers, ride or diers
Way up in the cheap seats
The road crew, the day makers
Runners, gunners, ticket takers
Horse trading, pulling favors
Front of house, pushing faders
10-4, copy that
Moving forward, flashing back
Miles and miles under this ole hat

I was a fast car coming down out of control
Now I'm the last train running tryna loosen my load
Breaking out of Nashville, chasing a sound
Not a clue or knowing even where I'm bound
But you never need to wonder where I'm at
You can find me hanging out

I've been running miles and miles
Miles and miles
Miles and miles
Under this ole hat
Under this ole hat
I've been hanging out
Under this ole hat

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