AM/FM

Bobblehead Jesus bouncing on the dash
A white freightliner riding on my ass
These folks around here living way too fast
I've gotta find me an exit sign
An old black top with a yellow line
Change my interstate of mind

Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the window, roll up a smoke

A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Of some old school country gold
On an AM station on an FM road, yeah

See some little white churches and some big red barns
All those low river crosses and the cattle guards
Yeah, a big old moon and some shooting stars
The cryin' of an ole pedal steel guitar

Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the windows, roll up a smoke

A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Of some old school country gold
On an AM station on the FM road

Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the window, roll up a smoke

A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Of some old school country gold
On an AM station

Yeah, give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the windows, roll up a smoke

A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Of some old school country gold
On an AM station on an FM road

Road



Credits
Writer(s): Randall W Rogers, Jon Randall, Jim Beavers, Paul Wade Bowen
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