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King of dixie

2017

Radio jam

Coming up next is this years summer anthem
Radio Jam by Ryan Upchurch
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
Doin' under 35 jammin' 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 bumpin
And buzzing off of some beers had like two bud lights in my stomach
Blowin smoke but not inhalin,
We were just tryna be cool
Tryna 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 fishing down at Cheatham Dam
No sense and no license
Just a couple gallons of gasAnd 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 line
Picking up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date doing under 35 jammin 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 fishin' 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 we looked at me and then he chuckled
He said "what's he look like?"
I said "I don't know cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me verses like 3 or 4 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 doin' under 35 jammin 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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So let the radio jam

Man we thought we were something with that new Justin Moore bumpin
And buzzing off of some beers had like two bud lights in my stomach
Blowin smoke but not inhalin,
We were just tryna be cool
Tryna 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 fishing down at Cheatham Dam
No sense and no license
Just a couple gallons of gasAnd 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 line
Picking up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date doing under 35 jammin 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 fishin' 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 we looked at me and then he chuckled
He said "what's he look like?"
I said "I don't know cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me verses like 3 or 4 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 doin' under 35 jammin 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