More Trucks Than Cars

Out here on the back side of that city limit sign
Where the world turns two lanes
Pretty girl working at the bank
And the fella topping off your tank
Knows your name
Water tower, power lines
Swimming holes, rusty old RC Cola sign
And county fairs
Raise your hands up if you've been there

Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy
And the waitress calls you baby
And the star lights like a streetlight on a summer night

We say hell yeah and amen
Yeehaw and y'all come back again
And pray that our boys come home alive
And when Old Glory flies
We still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there's more trucks than cars

Well I've been there on the concrete
Of them big city streets
In my Ford truck
Traffic jam in the town square
Told my buddies living up there
Good luck
Meanwhile back in Tennessee
We're raising our babies and our own green beans
And kicking up dust
Come on down, we've had enough

Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy
And the waitress calls you baby
And the star lights like a streetlight on a summer night

We say hell yeah and amen
Yeehaw and y'all come back again
And pray that our boys come home alive
And when Old Glory flies
We still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there's more trucks than cars

Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy
Your pretty waitress calls you baby
And the star lights like a streetlight on a summer night

We say hell yeah and amen
Yeehaw and y'all come back again
And pray that our boys come home alive
And when Old Glory flies
We still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there's more trucks than cars

Where there's more trucks than cars