Duct Tape Country

The road back home
Was longer than the one that got us there
The boys and I are beat
But I think we made out pretty fair
We don't bring no bells or whistles
We're no friends of the radio
We're a duct tape kind of country
With a fever in its bones

And we're slightly out of tune
And a tick or two out of time
We're slidin' up the neck
Until you find that note that sits just right
We're beer stained guitars and smoky bars
I'll tell you just what you'll find here
It's a duct tape kind of country
Tailor made with rusty gears

It's 2 am
In an old garage
One more beer
And I'll be takin' off
But then we strum a tune
I like the way it sounds
Hold it there and I'll tape it down
"Another round of brew, this songs gonna change out lives!"

Cause it's slightly out of tune
And a tick or two out of time
It's slidin' up the neck
Until you find that note that sits just right
It's beer stained guitars and smoky bars
I'll tell you just what you'll find here
It's a duct tape kind of country
It'll live on through the years

Cause we're slightly out of tune
And a tick or two out of time
It's slidin' up the neck
Until you find that note that sits just right
It's beer stained guitars and smoky bars
I'll tell you just what you'll find here
It's a duct tape kind of country
It'll live on through the years

It's a duct tape kind of country
It'll live on through the years



Credits
Writer(s): Sage Elmore
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