No More of 'Em
I'm gonna drink these Colorados 'til they run out of silver cans
Keep turning that John Deere dirt to dust 'til they run out of land
Keep slinging this ol' Zebco 'til they don't make a 10 pound line
Keep driving them Silverados with them gold Chevrolet bowties
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
'Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys
Chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days just thanking the Lord
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
I'll keep pickin' this old six string 'til it runs out of songs
Keep hitting that little white church on Sunday morning
'Til I run out of wrongs
'Til all I love is gone
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
'Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys
Chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days (spend my days)
Just thanking the Lord (just thanking the Lord)
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
I'll be riding these backroads
Slower than the summer sweetcorn grows
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
'Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys
Chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days
Just thanking the Lord (just thanking the Lord)
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
Keep turning that John Deere dirt to dust 'til they run out of land
Keep slinging this ol' Zebco 'til they don't make a 10 pound line
Keep driving them Silverados with them gold Chevrolet bowties
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
'Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys
Chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days just thanking the Lord
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
I'll keep pickin' this old six string 'til it runs out of songs
Keep hitting that little white church on Sunday morning
'Til I run out of wrongs
'Til all I love is gone
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
'Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys
Chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days (spend my days)
Just thanking the Lord (just thanking the Lord)
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
I'll be riding these backroads
Slower than the summer sweetcorn grows
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
'Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys
Chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days
Just thanking the Lord (just thanking the Lord)
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
'Til there ain't no more of 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Rhett Akins, Jeremy Stover, William L. Bundy, Noah Hicks
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