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Radio Jam

Radio Jam

(album: King Of Dixie - 2017)

Coming up next is this years summer anthem:
Radio jam by Ryan Upchurch

And there was a time when I would drive to the county line
In daddy's truck picking up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date
Doing under 35, jamming big 98
With your hair in the wind feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
Just fishing for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam
So let the radio jam

Man, we thought we were something with that new Justin Moore,
Bumping and buzzing off of some beers, had like two Bud Lights in my stomach
Blowing smoke but not inhaling, we were just trying to be cool
Trying to impress the cheerleaders at our old high school
We was doing burn outs getting tickets and the cops knew our first names
Game warden gave us tickets for night fishing down at Cheatham dam
No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas
And a love for summer time and that new hot (hot) track

There was a time when I would drive to the county line
In daddy's truck picking up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date
Doing under 35, jamming big 98
With your hair in the wind feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
Just fishing for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam
So let the radio jam

If I could talk to all the artists who came through my muddy speakers
While I was tailgating in a field with both of my fists bleeding
'Cause I just got in a fight and I thought I was gonna be in trouble
When I walked in daddy's house he looked at me and then he chuckled
He said "What's it look like?" I said "I don't know cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me versus like three or four of them
But I didn't let them get me, I slammed one on his head
And Timmy chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat

'Cause there was a time when I would drive
To the edge of that county line
To a Dairy Queen date
Doing under 35, jamming big 98
With your hair in the wind feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in a single cab
So let the radio jam
So let that radio jam
Let the radio jam
Let the radio jam

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