Cold Can Sweating

Intro

Mm-hmm

Yeah

Mm-hmm

Chorus

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Backroad boys with the rusted trucks

Cold can sweating in my hand

Ain't nobody gonna tell me where I stand

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Boots caked up from the creek bed mud

Whole town quiet when the moon climbs high

Country in my chest till the day I die

Verse 1

Fence line busted so I patched it with wire

Sweat on my neck from the Georgia sun

Granddad's knife in my back pocket still

He said son you finish what you start begun

Nothing handed over

Nothing came free

Scraped every dollar from a hard summer

Now the porch light waits on me

Pre-Chorus

So I ride

Ride

Where the blacktop quits

And I breathe

Breathe

Where the pine tree sits

Chorus

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Backroad boys with the rusted trucks

Cold can sweating in my hand

Ain't nobody gonna tell me where I stand

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Boots caked up from the creek bed mud

Whole town quiet when the moon climbs high

Country in my chest till the day I die

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah

Mm-hmm

Yeah yeah

Mm-hmm

Verse 2

Mama kept a jar of pennies on the sill

Daddy never missed a single shift

I learned patience from a broken till

And grit from a hand-me-down gift

Some folks left

Some folks stayed

Same gravel drive and a rusted gate

Same four names on a cheap brass plate

Pre-Chorus

So I ride

Ride

Where the blacktop quits

And I breathe

Breathe

Where the pine tree sits

Chorus

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Backroad boys with the rusted trucks

Cold can sweating in my hand

Ain't nobody gonna tell me where I stand

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Boots caked up from the creek bed mud

Whole town quiet when the moon climbs high

Country in my chest till the day I die

Bridge

Let the embers settle low

Let the cool wind find my face

Everything I ever needed

Fits inside this little place

Chorus

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Backroad boys with the rusted trucks

Cold can sweating in my hand

Ain't nobody gonna tell me where I stand

Bonfire smoke and a beat that thumps

Boots caked up from the creek bed mud

Whole town quiet when the moon climbs high

Country in my chest till the day I die

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah

Mm-hmm

Yeah yeah

Mm-hmm