More Trucks Than Cars (In the Style of Craig Morgan) (Karaoke Version) - Singer's Edge Karaoke (卡拉OK)

Out here on the backside of that city limit sign

where the world turns two lanes

Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin'

off your tank knows your name

Water tower, power lines,

swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign

And county fairs,

raise your hands up if you've been there

Where there's biscuits,

grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby

And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.

We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all come back again

And pray that our boys come home alive

And when Old Glory flies,

we still hold our hands over our hearts

Where there's more trucks than cars.

Well, I've been there on the concrete of them big city streets

In my Ford truck, traffic jam in the town square

Told my buddies living up there, good luck

Meanwhile back in Tennessee

we're raising our babies and our own green beans

Kicking up dust, come on down when you had enough

Where there's biscuits,

grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby

And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.

We say hell ya and amen,

yeehaw, and y'all come back again

And pray that our boys come home alive

And when Old Glory flies,

we still hold our hands over our hearts

Where there's more trucks than cars.

Where there's biscuits,

grits and gravy, your pretty waitress calls you baby

And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.

We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw,

and y'all come back again

And pray that our boys come home alive

And when Old Glory flies,

we still hold our hands over our hearts

Where there's more trucks than cars.

Where there's more trucks than cars.