From the recording Country Musics Preacher's Here
Lyrics
Yeah you
Let’s tear up a barefoot backroads
Beercation laughters sharp like a blade to my ears
I bought me a guitar from a pawn shop bin
I played it like trouble an a hollar back sin
Why you drained my moonshine jar
Y’all called me a joke
Carved up my trail like a jagged joke
Outplayed y’all too hard at the county fair
Next sunrise hit you weren’t here
Damn I love ya you are wild and mean
6 string gasoline soul
You a kerosene 6 string queen
If I could rewind wouldn’t change shit
Yeah damn, I’m it
Bar tabs high stories too loud
Dancin’ bar tables drunk and proud
Why you left your boots at a hole in the wall
Popped a top watched it fall
Mama still calls still speaks my name
I play along just feedin’ the fame
Bury da past don't piss on dat stage
Found my notes on that guitar neck
Well too much playin’ baby is how I bled
Saw my face above on a neon sign
Chance Alan's buying Drinks Are Free
Still playing wild ’n out hollow body inside
Guess I learned every road collides
Fixed my truck burned a path
Opened the door shaved off some time
No shrine to you no altar to preach
Just a man rebuilt for country
You fried my veins
You were chaos baby too
Liquors be quicker than beers
Damn that’s true
I’m countryfied redneck rock 'n roll
Southern rock maybe
Outlaw music
With a guitar soul
I now own country being this country music preacher revenge
Honkytonks for me
Damn I love my gasoline guitar soul
Redneckas for me
Yeah you too how ‘bout you