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Dusty Side Of Music City

 

Dusty Side Of Music City

(album: Same Ol Same Ol - 2021)


My world was green, growing up in Tennessee
Backroads could stretch all night in the bed of a Dixieland delight
Them old country hits fit my town just right
Don't take a cowboy's hat and fishin's better at night

On the dusty side of Music City
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis
And the boys got blue tattoos for days
From getting sunburnt in the summer catching hella sunrays
And the local young guns got trucks too loud
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies
On the dusty side of Music City

There's a town twenty minutes away
Covered in silos and belt-driven hay
A farmer sweating bullets with Joe Diffie playing
If it ain't John Deere green it ain't parked at my place

Footsteps in the woods and one day you'll write a song
That will be told by a future outlaw
My advice: don't worry, son, keep your foot on their necks
What this world needs is a few more rednecks

On the dusty side of Music City
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis
And the boys got blue tattoos for days
From getting sunburnt in the summer catching hella sunrays
And the local young guns got trucks too loud
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies
On the dusty side of Music City

Scars from running through a barbed-wire lot
When me and Davey Jones ran from Kingston Springs cops
Yeah, there's still street signs stashed in them woods
Along with roaches rolled with Honey Backwoods

On the dusty side of Music City
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis
And the boys got blue tattoos for days
From getting sunburnt in the summer catching hella sunrays
And the local young guns got trucks too loud
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies
On the dusty side of Music City

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