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Good Ole Days
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City Chief, you ain't made that beat
I was raised on beer and a Bible
On a road that don't seem to end
I was taught to love one another
If you're gonna fight, when you're done shake hands
I fell in love on a truck bed that's filled up with beer cans
Underneath a neon moon
I found the Lord on a bar stool singin' an old tune
Reminiscing way back when, before country was cool
I was raised up in a little church on the outskirts of this ghost town
Where they lend a hand if you broke down
You ain't know them then, bet you do now
I spend Sundays in my nanny's house
From the road, you can smell her cookin'
Chicken and dumplings, my to-go plate
Will be nothing but banana pudding
Try to be a better man by huntin' land
Build mama a house, just a bunch of goals
Honey hoes, fish and poles
Met a thousand memories of lightnin' bugs glow
I don't even have to say it
They know the hell I've raised
I'm far from being perfect, I am no amazing grace
Beers and a Bible, bonfires in a bottle
I found love in the hills of Alabama
The bottom between the whispering pines
And where the land touches water
I can't change the way I am, and you can blame my mama
I was raised on beer and a Bible
On a road that don't seem to end
I was taught to love one another
If you're gonna fight, when you're done shake hands
I fell in love on a truck bed that's filled up with beer cans
Underneath a neon moon
I found the Lord on a bar stool singin' an old tune
Reminiscing way back when, before country was cool
I was raised on beer and a bible lightin' the sticks
Eggs and grits, had some toast, I love my bacon extra crisp
I can't change the way I am
I'ma product of the south
Whiskey bent and Hell bound, had my mouth washed out with soap
For cussing, I didn't think that mama heard me
Now I'm dancin' with the devil, almost pushing close to 30
30-30 on my back glass, roaming these country streets
Bench seats, only old three, you wanna ride you better speak
The country roads where I'm from, they all paved with red gold
If I ever say I'm leavin', bet that's where I will go
The country roads where I'm from, they all paved with red gold
And when I'm dead and gone
That'll be right where you find my soul
I was raised on beer and a Bible
On a road that don't seem to end
I was taught to love one another
If you're gonna fight, when you're done shake hands
I fell in love on a truck bed that's filled up with beer cans
Underneath a neon moon
I found the Lord on a bar stool singin' an old tune
Reminiscing way back when, before country was cool
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