Lyrics Whippoorwill - Upchurch

Whippoorwill

In these hills the whippoorwills all talk, uhm
Beneath these streets flows a history of a farm, uhm
These old tools found in shallow creek beds and sterlin' silver in the dirt
Turns the past into a southern charm and my red ain’t covered by dirt
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
If your truck breaks down these county lines will get you home
But if you post some shit on me you’ll land yourself in God’s big green earth
Because my daddy said don’t start no trouble young man but don’t take no from
no damn one
So I just sing my music, pay my bills, got a shotgun and a hearse
I turned the past into a southern charm and my red ain’t covered by dirt
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa