
Dusty Side of Music City Upchurch
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[Verse 1]
My world was green, growin' up in Tennessee
Backroads could stretch all night in the bed of a Dixieland delight
Them old country hits fit my town just right
Don't take a cowboy's hat and fishin's better at night
[Chorus]
On the dusty side of Music City
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis
And the boys got blue tattoos for days
From gettin' sunburnt in the summer, catchin' hella sunrays
And the local young guns got trucks too loud
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies
On the dusty side of Music City
[Verse 2]
There's a town twenty minutes away
Covered in silos and belt-driven hay
A farmer sweatin' bullets with Joe Diffie playin'
If it ain't John Deere green, it ain't parked at my place
[Verse 3]
Footsteps in the woods and one day you'll write a song
That will be told by a future outlaw
My advice, "Don't worry, son, keep your foot on their neck"
What this world needs is a few more rednecks
My world was green, growin' up in Tennessee
Backroads could stretch all night in the bed of a Dixieland delight
Them old country hits fit my town just right
Don't take a cowboy's hat and fishin's better at night
[Chorus]
On the dusty side of Music City
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis
And the boys got blue tattoos for days
From gettin' sunburnt in the summer, catchin' hella sunrays
And the local young guns got trucks too loud
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies
On the dusty side of Music City
[Verse 2]
There's a town twenty minutes away
Covered in silos and belt-driven hay
A farmer sweatin' bullets with Joe Diffie playin'
If it ain't John Deere green, it ain't parked at my place
[Verse 3]
Footsteps in the woods and one day you'll write a song
That will be told by a future outlaw
My advice, "Don't worry, son, keep your foot on their neck"
What this world needs is a few more rednecks
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