Lyrics King of the Pines - Tommy Chayne, Upchurch

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