I'm gonna go cash this Crown Royal bag of change
Go down to the station and buy me half a tank
I can see that blinking light from two miles away
And by my last name I think I'm here to stay
This old music thing didn't quite work out
I can't even sell out a little one-horse town
Guess I'll go back, back to the tire shop
Fixing flats for twenty bucks a pop
Riding around to the same old tunes
Feel like we've got concrete shoes
Aces on the river, but you got delt twos
Just some heathens singing the blinking light blues
We've all got the same job as our dads
Welding columns, blading roads with calloused hands
We ain't afraid to get up and work
Just so someday we can buy ourselves our own dirt
Riding around to the same old tunes
Feel like we've got concrete shoes
Aces on the river, but you got delt twos
Just some heathens singing a blinking light blues
It's cigarette smoke, Crown and Coke
Blown pick-up speakers, gas station tweakers
Just some boys listening to red dirt tunes
Singing them blinking light blues