Lyrics to Hella Hit Song
Every time I see a young man catch a copperhead
Always think of the Steve Earl Band, yeah
Copperhead Road, don't lie, you already know
And when I see a young girl in a hand-me-down sedan
With a Browning sticker on the back, I smile and grin
'Cause I know, she's chasing a hella hit song
Chasing a boy with a troubled fun grin
A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in
And his run's gonna turn to a jog
And a good girl's gonna make a bad boy fall
Before you know it she's your country star
Born in Music City from the country parts
No red carpet in this field to fall
They're just walking right into a hella hit song
If I never grew up on the outskirts
This good old boy probably couldn't write a verse
It's been some heartbreak nights, some parking lot fights
Petrol beer runs and girls dressing for the one they like
Her daddy saying, "Hold up, where you going?"
Even though he knows he was one of them ones
And that's how he met her momma when they had their first kiss
Walking down the same path, humming something like
Chasing a boy with a troubled fun grin
A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in
And his run's gonna turn to a jog
And a good girl's gonna make a bad boy fall
Before you know it she's your country star
Born in Music City from the country parts
No red carpet in this field to fall
They're just walking right into a hella hit song
If there's one thing I learned 'bout living out here
It's more than cold beer and the color of a John Deere
More than a boy in a truck being crazy
If sometimes he didn't ride with a sweet young lady
Who was chasing a boy with a troubled fun grin
A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in
And his run's done turned to a jog
And that good girl sure makes a bad boy fall
Before you know it he's your country star
Singing out his heart for the country parts
No red carpet in this field to fall
They're just walking right into some hella hit songs
Always think of the Steve Earl Band, yeah
Copperhead Road, don't lie, you already know
And when I see a young girl in a hand-me-down sedan
With a Browning sticker on the back, I smile and grin
'Cause I know, she's chasing a hella hit song
Chasing a boy with a troubled fun grin
A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in
And his run's gonna turn to a jog
And a good girl's gonna make a bad boy fall
Before you know it she's your country star
Born in Music City from the country parts
No red carpet in this field to fall
They're just walking right into a hella hit song
If I never grew up on the outskirts
This good old boy probably couldn't write a verse
It's been some heartbreak nights, some parking lot fights
Petrol beer runs and girls dressing for the one they like
Her daddy saying, "Hold up, where you going?"
Even though he knows he was one of them ones
And that's how he met her momma when they had their first kiss
Walking down the same path, humming something like
Chasing a boy with a troubled fun grin
A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in
And his run's gonna turn to a jog
And a good girl's gonna make a bad boy fall
Before you know it she's your country star
Born in Music City from the country parts
No red carpet in this field to fall
They're just walking right into a hella hit song
If there's one thing I learned 'bout living out here
It's more than cold beer and the color of a John Deere
More than a boy in a truck being crazy
If sometimes he didn't ride with a sweet young lady
Who was chasing a boy with a troubled fun grin
A fresh flannel shirt with the tail tucked in
And his run's done turned to a jog
And that good girl sure makes a bad boy fall
Before you know it he's your country star
Singing out his heart for the country parts
No red carpet in this field to fall
They're just walking right into some hella hit songs
