Purple Gas Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann

[Verse 1: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann]
I've got plates for purple gas
'Bout the only break I catch
But I am not the kind of man
To blame the dealer on a losing hand
Have a lone star in my eye
The darker the sky, the brighter it shines
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
A ton of grit or maybe it's spite

[Chorus: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann, Zach Bryan]
And if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 2: Noeline Hofmann & Zach Bryan]
I hammer down, hair straight back
World blurs past, tell me, how's it that
My horizon line's static?
I guess at least it's a sure bet
Was taught to not throw the first fist
But if you take a hit, finish that son of a bitch
In a life having the upper hand's a myth
Your only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit