Whippoorwill - Upchurch

In these hills the whippoorwills all talk, uhm

Beneath these streets flows a history of a farm, uhm

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

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

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 no 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

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa