Powerlines
Under the powerlines
You pointed me three different ways
Said we're from smack dab in the middle
Of the mountains and the plains
It didn't matter
If dirt was gravel, black, or red
We grew up with golden gardens
And blue ribbon flowerbeds
It was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
It was all
Shooting stars and shooting guns
Under the powerlines
We drove your van into a ditch
We were Tokyo drifting on 295th
Stilwell, Kansas
Yeah, you knew just how to hit
The itch for driving out to nowhere
Riding shotgun through the sticks
And no one rich came out of Tulsa
Or smart from Tennessee
No one remembers folks from Kansas
I told you I'm from all three
And it was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
It was all
Shooting stars and shooting guns
It was all rose-colored memories and green-colored skies
Through the alcohol, we saw the rest of our lives
And it was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Well, we were all fools and fortunate sons
With our neighborhood pools shooting off dad's guns
And growing up was fine, and now we know why
Our mamas worked hard for this American life
It was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
And it was all
Shooting stars and shooting guns
It was all rose-colored memories and green-colored skies
Through the alcohol, we saw the rest of our lives
And it was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
You pointed me three different ways
Said we're from smack dab in the middle
Of the mountains and the plains
It didn't matter
If dirt was gravel, black, or red
We grew up with golden gardens
And blue ribbon flowerbeds
It was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
It was all
Shooting stars and shooting guns
Under the powerlines
We drove your van into a ditch
We were Tokyo drifting on 295th
Stilwell, Kansas
Yeah, you knew just how to hit
The itch for driving out to nowhere
Riding shotgun through the sticks
And no one rich came out of Tulsa
Or smart from Tennessee
No one remembers folks from Kansas
I told you I'm from all three
And it was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
It was all
Shooting stars and shooting guns
It was all rose-colored memories and green-colored skies
Through the alcohol, we saw the rest of our lives
And it was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Well, we were all fools and fortunate sons
With our neighborhood pools shooting off dad's guns
And growing up was fine, and now we know why
Our mamas worked hard for this American life
It was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
And it was all
Shooting stars and shooting guns
It was all rose-colored memories and green-colored skies
Through the alcohol, we saw the rest of our lives
And it was all
Open fields and a lot of dumb love
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Under the powerlines
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Sprague, Karalyne Winegarner, Nicole Christie, Peyton Rodeffer, Vincent Maniscalco
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