Am/Fm Lyrics

Bobblehead Jesus bouncing on the dash
White freightliner riding on my ass
These folks around here living way too fast
I've gotta find me an exit sign
An old black top with a yellow line
Change my interstate of mind

Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the window, roll up a smoke
A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Some old school country gold
On an AM station on an FM road

See some little white churches and some big red barns
All those low river crosses and the cattle guards
That big old moon and some shooting stars
The cryin’ of an old pedal steel guitar

Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the window, roll up a smoke
A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Some old school country gold
On an AM station on an FM road
Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the window, roll up a smoke
A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Some old school country gold
On an AM station
Give me an AM station on an FM road
A cold one chilling in the console
A full tank of gas and nowhere to go
Roll down the window, roll up a smoke
A hot little pistol in the shotgun seat
Tapping her toes to the backbeat
Some old school country gold
On an AM station on an FM road

Road