Backroad Runners Upchurch

[Intro]
Timestamps on backroads, I got those by the truckload
We ran these, some too slow, blunt cruisin' when we rode
Hittin' every stop sign with some bottles as we flew by
Out past eleven, but our parents all knew why

[Chorus]
We was some backroad runners
Summertime junkies, trucks soundin' like thunder
Yeah, we was some hometown boys
Letterman jacket with a name patched on
We're Pantera and a little Hank
Somеtimes fine wine or a whiskеy taste
Yeah, but some things in life can't be bought in a store
And one of those things are real country boys

[Verse 1]
Ain't no shame in comin' up on a one-lane in the cut
I used to stargaze and tell the sky that one day I's gonna be one
Now I'm shootin' across the country, I know everyone can see
The wasn't-supposed-to-be white boy in middle Tennessee
Never walked a red carpet, only walk the fields of gold
That's my life you lookin' at when you click on my video
My goal was make my mama proud, give my brothers clean trucks
As for me, I take the bullets for the country, so what's up
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