Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King of the Pines , by - Tommy ChayneRelease date: 27.06.2019
Song language: English
King of the Pines |
| Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow |
| Truck customized like I just hit the lotto |
| Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow) |
| Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke) |
| Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow |
| Truck customized like I just hit the lotto |
| King of the pines, big boy |
| These woods is mine and all the time |
| I flip these 'round like patty cake |
| Love to see the face of what haters say |
| Tommy Chayne he gon' fade away |
| But hell not today, okay |
| County boy with a couple skills |
| You slay things I pay the bills |
| Neighbor off in Nashville is hella real |
| Just ask Church where the moonshine still |
| Roughneck and that’s how I live |
| Raisin' hell since I was a kid |
| Can’t change now, know me now |
| Sippin' shine and I’m blowin' loud |
| Turn me up, they can hear me now |
| Run away boy, work crowd |
| And in a crowd I ain’t hard to find |
| 6'4″ from my head to the ground |
| On the grind 'cause ain’t got no time |
| Drunk as hell off moonshine |
| Twisted up and I’m feelin' fine, feelin' fine |
| Plugged in like power lines, Tommy Chayne king of the pines |
| Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow) |
| Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke) |
| Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow |
| Truck customized like I just hit the lotto |
| Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow) |
| Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke) |
| Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow |
| Truck customized like I just hit the lotto |
| Pullin' up in that black on black like Johnny Cash in the 60's |
| Shootin' birds to the paparazzi while they in my face gettin' pictures |
| Now everybody want a touch and pose like if I die they’d miss me |
| When last year I was reachin' out but they thought my hands was filthy |
| Now I’m covered up with these tattoos like I been livin' out in Cali |
| When I’m really in the cut in the country breakin' out this big black Denali |
| County Sheriff might come roll up, but I don’t mean for citations |
| He’s sittin' in a circle with me puff passin' in this rotation |
| Country fresh, came from them rags, used to school shop at the Goodwill |
| Now I buy my brother’s clothes, my girlfriends Jeep got new wheels |
| Hate all you want but there’s no denyin' my tough hard organic grind |
| I’m that motherfucker dog, Churchman king of the pines |
| Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow) |
| Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke) |
| Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow |
| Truck customized like I just hit the lotto |
| Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow) |
| Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke) |
| Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow |
| Truck customized like I just hit the lotto |