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Upchurch

Writers Room

 

Writers Room

(альбом: Concert For The Crickets - 2023)


I ain't driving in traffic to sit in rooms with actors
Just to write what sounds good so the fans believe their actions
Then they hit you with the yee-haw, hit the Opry Mills Mall
Dress up like us just the fake the down here drawl
My veins ain't lines that was someone's idea
And the my DNA realer than the Grammies they give

Replace a writers room with a Harley or tune
Less pop radio and more Chris LeDoux
Drive away from the city 'til the street lights fade
And there's peaches being sold outta Chevrolets
You wanna roll with the best, you gotta live like one
Ain't no faking when you hear the story when they're gone
Put a cowboys hat on top of his tomb
'Cause when we leave it's in, a writers room

Nobody wailing on my fame after I lay in the grave
Cash dead, still cash being made on Cash's name
The museum glass is where the lies are all displayed
Illuminated with a sad look on their face
In the future, I'm a glitch, a folk story for the sticks
That figured out the blueprint ain't living real shit

Replace a writers room with a Harley or tune
Less pop radio and more Chris LeDoux
Drive away from the city 'til the street lights fade
And there's peaches being sold outta Chevrolets
You wanna roll with the best, then live like one
Ain't no faking when you hear the story when they're gone
Put a cowboys hat on top of his tomb
'Cause when we leave it's in, a writers room

A writers room
Writers room
A writers room

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