300 Miles Lyrics – Bayker Blankenship
Light it up in glass, though it’s not a likely thing
Them boys from Kentucky, they sure can drink
Bluegrass and bourbon, yeah the bottle got me hurting
Been tryna slow down, doesn’t seem to be working
Light a cigarette and my night has just begun
So play this song right, would you let me ball
So buy another round, won’t you tell me what you’re thinkin’
Them boys from Kentucky, they sure been drinkin’
And I’m 300 miles from you
I pray that I make it home soon
Man on the run just a looking for fun
From the Mississippi river to the California sun
The evergreen trees make it hard to breathe
I ain’t talking elevation, I’m talking about the
Subaru yuppies and the little hippie honeys
Breathing in too deep got you feeling kinda fun
And I’m 300 feet from losing my mind
Man on the moon, Rocky Mountain high
Man on the run just a looking for fun
From Peachtree, Georgia, all the way to Canada
Headed back to God’s country in the rural Tennessee
Gotta check my momma as she can’t see
Bet a boy might be dancing to the beat of his own drum
But he won’t ever forget where he’s coming from
And I’m 10 more steps from my front door
Being out on the road makes me love this place more
Man on the run just a looking for fun
From the Mississippi river to the California sun
Man on the run just a shooting out his gun
From Peachtree, Georgia, all the way to Canada
