Upchurch Tennessee Tilt Lyrics

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
These motherf*ckers are built not bought, boy!

[Verse 1]
My f*ckin' light bar and my HID's
Keep me stackin' up these tickets from the county police
I stay smashin' on these bitches cause my truck so clean
Yeah I'm mister put yo girl up in my passenger seat
I got that radio cranked soundin' like a damn concert (Damn concert)
Tattoos on my skin like I said f*ck a job 'fer (f*ck a job)
Ridin' as a crew but we rollin' as a family (Family)
Shout out to Robertson and Cheatham County ridin' in this bitch
What you starin' at son? AR in the back glass
Your girlfriend muggin', tell her I said she got a fat ass
Tell her I got that 6.0 blowin' all that black smoke
She wanna ride with me if we fiddin' to hit that backroad

[Chorus]
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back, that's that Tennessee Tilt

Tennessee Tilt, Tenne-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they rock that Tennessee Tilt
[Verse 2]
It's that Tennessee Tilt, got a ride with a lean
Like a redneck pimp lookin' country boy clean
I got them windows down while we ride through the mud
With a jar full of clear and a bag full of bud
Rockin' Charlie, Merle and Hank cause I like that old sound Like that grit, dirt, spit, makin' every hit count
Way back in the sticks where it all goes down (Goes down)
If you really wanna know then take a ride through my town
I can call up the squad we can hit a back road
Way back in the holler where nobody else goes
I got that truck slidin' sideways, I almost hit a pole
Everybody yellin' hell yeah cause we don't say no
Aw yeah, sum'bitch, I don't even know what slow is
In this hillbilly runnin' through this whole showbiz
I'm old school like moonpies and R.C. Co. pins
Still runnin' round the creek with my old day one friends

[Chorus]
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back, that's that Tennessee Tilt

Tennessee Tilt, Tenne-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they rock that Tennessee Tilt
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back, that's that Tennessee Tilt

Tennessee Tilt, Tenne-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt