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radio jam - upchurch lyrics

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[hook]
there was a time when i would drive to the county line in daddy’s truck pickin’ up girls with the tags expired
to a dairy queen date doin’ under 35 jammin’ dig ’98
with your hair in the wind, feet on the dash, a box of night crawlers and two poles in back of a single cab
just fishin’ for love through the radio jam
so let the radio jam
so let the radio jam
yeah

[verse 1]
man we thought we were somethin’ with that new justin moore b-mpin’ and buzzin’ off of some beer tap like two bud lights in my stomach
blowin’ smoke whatnot and h-ll we was just tryin’ to be cool
tryin’ to impress the cheerleaders at our old high school
we’s doin’ burnouts gettin’ tickets and the cops knew our first names
gabe morton gave us tickets for night fishin’ down in cheatham dance
no sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas
and the love for summer time and that new hot track

[hook]
there was a time when i would drive to the county line in daddy’s truck pickin’ up girls with the tags expired
to a dairy queen date doin’ under 35 jammin’ dig ’98
with your hair in the wind, feet on the dash, a box of night crawlers and two poles in back of a single cab
just fishin’ for love through the radio jam
so let the radio jam
so let the radio jam
yeah

[verse 2]
if i could talk to all the artists who came though my muddy speakers
while i was tailgaitin’ in the field with both of my fists bleedin’
’cause i just got in a fight and i thought i was gonna be in trouble
when i walked in daddy’s house he looked at me and then he chuckled
he said “what’s he look like?”
i said “i don’t know ’cause of my adrenaline plus it just me versus like three or four of them. but i didn’t let them get me i slang mud on his head and timmy chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat”

[outro]
’cause there was a time when i would drive to the edge of that county line
to a dairy queen date doin’ under thirty-five jammin’ dig ninety-eight
with your hair in the wind, feet on the dash, a box of night crawlers and two poles in a single cab
so let the radio jam
so let the radio jam
let the radio jam
let the radio jam

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