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County Line

 

County Line

(album: United We Stand - 2018)


Got my windows down in my Chevy, free falling like Petty
I'm cruising to the country, got that needle rolling steady
I ain't trying to see nobody, I'm just trying to spend some time
Reflecting on myself, while I'm out throwing some line
I don't need no case of beer and I don't need no bottle of shine
I'm just out here for myself so that I can clear my mind
When this life gets going heavy, somehow I just know it's time
To load it up In the pickup truck and hit that county line

I spend a lot of damn time, out in them pines
With my fishing pole, and my four-wheel drive
I'm trying to find me somewhere, way out past the county line
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive

I'm on that up and go, I'm on that gone all night
I'm on that don't call my cell phone, 'cause I ain't thinking right
I'm out here trying to find patience and I don't care the cost
I'm so secluded and honestly I don't wanna talk
I keep a bag packed up in my pickup truck
Some people carry a Bible I got a fishing rod
So you can find me on a old dirt road
Way out yonder where them country boys go

I spend a lot of damn time, out in them pines
With my fishing pole, and my four-wheel drive
I'm trying to find me somewhere, way out past the county line
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive

Got the windows down, listening to the radio
Fish tailing that dirt road, that dust kicked up in a zip code
That can't be found by the mailman
I'm somewhere out by the whispering pond
Listening to the sound of an old Willie song
Truck parked down by the creek side
You can find it on a country road
Take me on journey to a place nobody knows
I just wanna be alone somewhere I ain't well known
I just wanna find myself somewhere on that county road

I spend a lot of damn time, out in them pines
With my fishing pole, and my four-wheel drive
I'm trying to find me somewhere, way out past the county line
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive
You ain't 'bout to tell me nothing 'cause them country boys can survive

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