Taylor Fisher - 405

Well I was grown in Choctaw
An outlaw
A self made man of grace
Where the first come
Is family
And the second
Is the hell we raise
And we stay Okie strong
We don't always get along
But know you gotta get it 'for the gettin's gone
And I'm talkin' Cowboys
And City folks
And those servin' on the military base
I was raised in the 405
Drag strip 39th
On the outskirts of city lights
Where we shave tires down
We push shine around
All the way across them county lines
In the 405
Damn right
In the 405
And we drive jacked trucks
And fast cars
Drink cold beers in country bars
And we stay up late
Drop them tailgates
And pick up the noise when our favorite songs play
We like our women prayin'
Our mud slangin'
You know you can catch us in the backwoods hangin'
Around them bonfires
Beers up in the sky's
Man I'm damn sure proud of where I came
I was raised in the 405
Drag strip 39th
On the outskirts of city lights
Where we shave tires down
We push shine around
All the way across them county lines
In the 405
In the 405
I was raised in the 405
Drag strip 39th
On the outskirts of city lights
Where we shave tires down
We push shine around
All the way across them county lines
I was raised In the 405
Drag strip 39th
On the outskirts of city lights
Where we shave tires down
And we push shine around
All the way across them county lines
In the 405
Damn right
In the 405

Written by:
Taylor Fisher

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find