Текст Upchurch – Wheels
Текст:
(Wheels) All I know is running windy roads
Fog all on my windshield, you’ll smack the dash to play the radio
(Wheels) Met my first love in a Chevrolet
Shooting bullshit with my buddies, parked down by the river bank
Heartbeat of America just make sure that you drive ’em right
(Wheels) Rolling up in something junk or nice
Still gon’ be that same dude raised up on that good old southern pride
I’ve been the same dude since day one, I ain’t gon’ change
Backwoods boy, grown up only on them southern ways
Used to skip school, in the front and out the back
In the woods with a box of bullets in the deer stand sippin’ Dew and Jack
Won’t ever look back, I love my life, if I could I’d probably live it twice
‘Shine in the toolbox, sittin’ on ice, bonfire done built like twenty foot high
Gasoline in my veins, success in my sight, straight pipes on a small block 305
And I’m straight tatted up, got that black on white, won’t start no shit but I’ll finish two fights
Goddang… and this country trend is fabricated
And being famous is imaginated
Well for me it ain’t no problem
I got famous folks in my iPhone, one click and I could call ’em
(Wheels) All I know is running windy roads
Fog all on my windshield, you’ll smack the dash to play the radio
(Wheels) Met my first love in a Chevrolet
Shooting bullshit with my buddies, parked down by the river bank
(Wheels) And I’m only gaining miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure that you drive ’em right
(Wheels) Rolling up in something junk or nice
Still gon’ be that same dude raised up on that good old southern pride
Like 6 o’clock on a Friday night, I just acquired me a little buzz
See not everybody has nice things in this small-ass town I’m coming from
Drink PBR on guitar strings, still love listening to them crickets sing
See I stay always stressing shit, bubba all I write are these thumping hits
I’m representing them country folks, them rednecks and them Dixie chicks
Can’t nobody tell me nothing, so hardheaded, skull made of diamonds
I might strike ya ass like a rattlesnake, I’m stone cold like Steve Austin
And if you’re looking for advice is what I’d tell ya
If you go through life yourself, it’ll probably work out better
I see people shutting down over Facebook comments
I give my middle finger to that bullshit nonsense
(Wheels) All I know is running windy roads
Fog all on my windshield, you’ll smack the dash to play the radio
(Wheels) Met my first love in a Chevrolet
Shooting bullshit with my buddies, parked down by the river bank
(Wheels) And I’m only gaining miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure that you drive ’em right
(Wheels) Rolling up in something junk or nice
Still gon’ be that same dude raised up on that good old southern pride
Pride, pride, pride, pride
Good old southern pride
