Lyrics Fast Cars, Guitars and Fine Tuned Women - Confederate Railroad

Fast Cars, Guitars and Fine Tuned Women

Momma rocked me in a cradle
Daddy rolled me in his arms
I been robin rolling lord lord since the day I was born
My baby blanket was a rebel flag
I’m from Dixie and I don’t brag
I was raised on cornbread and sweet iced tea
Baby long came in an o’shea tree
Ain’t nothing better than Southern fried chicken
Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women
I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living
Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women
Lord I learned to play a guitar when I was fifteen
Want to be like Elvis make the young girls scream
I got my first car I was hell on wheels
I could drive it fast make them ol tires squeal
My dad tried warn me but he knew I wouldn’t listen
Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women
I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living
Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women
Yeah I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living
I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night
To me raising hell it’s just another word for living
Fast cars
Guitars
Some fined tuned women