Stuck on 17
this ole town
dont have much to give
but it's where I'm from
and I'll always live
bullet holes riddled in old stop signs
corner store fronts, froze in time
and the suns going down behine the hills
beneath the trees and moonshine stills
of county lines that made me who I am
and there ain't nothin' like mud tires rollin' on
hummin' through the night, no where to go
radios loud, but it dont bother me
stuck on 17
now this ole truck
may not look to tough
but from where I sit
she's more than enough
ole radio dial tends to freeze
always stuck on 17
and the suns going down behine the hills
beneath the trees and moonshine stills
of county lines that made me who I am
and there ain't nothin' like mud tires rollin' on
hummin' through the night, no where to go
radios loud, but it dont bother me
stuck on 17
these windy roads covered in fog
lightning bugs dancing in tobacco barns
two headlights rolling down one way street
and the suns going down behine the hills
beneath the trees and moonshine stills
of county lines that made me who I am
and there ain't nothin' like mud tires rollin' on
hummin' through the night, no where to go
the radios fixed, but it ain't changing me
I'm stuck on 17
dont have much to give
but it's where I'm from
and I'll always live
bullet holes riddled in old stop signs
corner store fronts, froze in time
and the suns going down behine the hills
beneath the trees and moonshine stills
of county lines that made me who I am
and there ain't nothin' like mud tires rollin' on
hummin' through the night, no where to go
radios loud, but it dont bother me
stuck on 17
now this ole truck
may not look to tough
but from where I sit
she's more than enough
ole radio dial tends to freeze
always stuck on 17
and the suns going down behine the hills
beneath the trees and moonshine stills
of county lines that made me who I am
and there ain't nothin' like mud tires rollin' on
hummin' through the night, no where to go
radios loud, but it dont bother me
stuck on 17
these windy roads covered in fog
lightning bugs dancing in tobacco barns
two headlights rolling down one way street
and the suns going down behine the hills
beneath the trees and moonshine stills
of county lines that made me who I am
and there ain't nothin' like mud tires rollin' on
hummin' through the night, no where to go
the radios fixed, but it ain't changing me
I'm stuck on 17
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Writer(s): Steve Dean, Stephen Freeman
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