Letras
Whatchu know 'bout two lanes
Tracin' out a tree line
Whatchu know 'bout last names
Up there on the street signs
Whatchu know 'bout 30-30s
Puttin' down them Boone and Crocketts
Keepin' that old Chevy dirty
White ring in your Wrangler pocket
That's a story that don't ever get told
That's a book that don't ever get sold
If you're ever tryin' to put it all down
Ever tryin' to get the good word out
Write it in red like
The dust up in them headlights
Like the two shells in the 12 on my bedside
Write it in red like
The wax up on that bottle
Red like the top of the box of them Marlboros
Yeah, we love it more than like it
Nah, there ain't nothin' like it
This way of life and the way we're livin' by it
They could write it in red (write, write it in red)
Write it in red (write, write it in red, write it)
Whatchu know 'bout boll weevils
Eatin' up a cotton crop
Whatchu know 'bout sunset watchin' that old yellow duster drop
Whatchu know 'bout grits and biscuits down there at the mom and pop
Been like this, ain't never gonna not
Write it in red like
The dust up in them headlights
Like the two shells in the 12 on my bedside
Write it in red like
The wax up on that bottle
Red like the top of the box of them Marlboros
Yeah, we love it more than like it
Nah, there ain't nothin' like it
This way of life and the way we're livin' by it
They could write it in red (write, write it in red)
Write it in red
Yeah, you could write it in
When they chisel my name in the stone above my head
It should be the color of my neck
Write it in red like
The dust up in them headlights
Like the two shells in the 12 on my bedside
Write it in red like
The wax up on that bottle
Red like the top of the box of them Marlboros