Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Five Points Road , by - Demun Jones. Song from the album #Beast, in the genre КантриRelease date: 05.01.2017
Record label: 2017 Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
Five Points Road |
| I was raised on the cane pole rod and reel |
| Grandpap’s made a name off his moonshine still |
| '69 Ranger is the truck my daddy drove |
| We go fish to catch dinner down Five Points Road |
| And I would get to drivin' way before I had a license |
| I check the ash tray for cigarette buds and light 'em |
| I built a fire on the bank with oak limbs and leaves |
| I drank Strawberry Boone’s and called some brim to eat |
| Girls would sneak out the house and join me if they could |
| Skinny swimmin' late night, man it felt so good |
| And I’ll never outlive, those memories are gold |
| All the ones that we made down Five Points Road |
| Ro-road-road |
| Dr-drop-drop that tailgate |
| Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor |
| Raised-raised dirt poor |
| Ro-road-road |
| Dr-drop-drop that tailgate |
| Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor |
| Raised-raised dirt poor |
| And I was raised dirt poor in a single wide in the country |
| Grew up with nothin' and tried to turn it to somethin' |
| Everyday I thank pops for makin' me who I am |
| Providin' for the fam' and learnin' to be a man |
| Ain’t a day went by I didn’t hustle for a buck |
| I ain’t scared to get dirty and turn a wrench on a truck |
| I’m a modern day gentleman, a prodigal son |
| I ain’t a low life two timer son of a gun |
| I’ma stick to roots, stay true to my ground |
| Mr. Miller passed away so I’m holdin' it down |
| But I still got hip with what it left me with |
| And that’s the knowledge of the world and fifth of Jim |
| Every day I wake up I thank the Lord above |
| For this 9 to 5, I stopped bein' a thug |
| 'Cause that’s the way I was, I buried it in the mud |
| And now my grandpa can smile from a level above |
| From a lev-from a lev-from a level above |
| Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor |
| Raised-raised dirt poor |
| Ro-road-road |
| Dr-drop-drop that tailgate |
| Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor |
| Raised-raised dirt poor |
| Dug up some live bait and I can’t wait |
| Going to the dam where the river turns to a lake |
| Got a Ford full of friends and we stayin' up late |
| Step on the parkin' break and drop that tailgate |
| Dr-drop-drop that tailgate |
| Dr-drop-drop that tailgate |
| Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor |
| Raised-raised dirt poor |
| Ro-road-road |
| Dr-drop-drop that tailgate |
| Rais-rais-raised-raised dirt poor |
| Raised-raised dirt poor |
| Come on |