Whippoorwill
Upchurch
In these hills, the whippoorwills all talk
Uh hmm beneath these streets flows a
History of a farm, uh hmm
These old tools found in shallow creek beds
And sterlin' silver in the dirt
Turns the past into a southern charm and
My red ain't covered by dirt
Woah oh woah oh
Woah woah woah oh
If your truck breaks down
These county lines will get you home
But if you post some shit on me you'll
Land yourself in God's big green earth
Because my daddy said don't start
No trouble, young man
But don't take none from no damn one
So I just sing my music, pay my bills
Got a shotgun and a hearse
I turned the past into a southern charm
And my red ain't covered by dirt
Woah oh woah oh
Woah woah woah oh
Woah oh woah oh
Woah woah woah oh