More Trucks Than Cars

Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
 Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin' 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 starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.
 We say hell ya 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
 Kicking up dust, come on down when you had enough
 Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
 And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.
 We say hell ya 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 starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.
 We say hell ya 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.