King of the Pines

Lyrics

[Chorus: Tommy Chayne] 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 [Verse 1: Tommy Chayne] 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 [Chorus: Tommy Chayne] 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 [Verse 2: Upchurch] 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 [Chorus: Tommy Chayne] 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