Lyrics to Silverado
Roaches in a bottle
Five dollars left in the tank from the bottom
Ash on the console
Scratch off dust on the dash trying to hit the lotto
When you going through hell getting higher than heaven
It's seats laid back at a 7 Eleven
Eric take me to church, cup holder confession
We got three beers left and I'm counting my blessings
Yeah we broke babe
Parking lot spot but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, gеtting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just trying to find the silver lining in a Silvеrado
Playing with fire
Running my fingers through the flame of the lighter
Floor board change got us White Castle sliders
Burning holes in our pockets
Couldn't make 'em any lighter
Yeah we broke babe
Parking lot spot but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just trying to find the silver lining in a Silverado
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
Yeah we broke babe
Parking lot spot but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just trying to find the silver lining in a Silverado
When you going through hell getting higher than heaven
It's seats laid back at a 7 Eleven
Eric take me to church, cup holder confession
We got three beers left and I'm counting my blessings
Five dollars left in the tank from the bottom
Ash on the console
Scratch off dust on the dash trying to hit the lotto
When you going through hell getting higher than heaven
It's seats laid back at a 7 Eleven
Eric take me to church, cup holder confession
We got three beers left and I'm counting my blessings
Yeah we broke babe
Parking lot spot but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, gеtting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just trying to find the silver lining in a Silvеrado
Playing with fire
Running my fingers through the flame of the lighter
Floor board change got us White Castle sliders
Burning holes in our pockets
Couldn't make 'em any lighter
Yeah we broke babe
Parking lot spot but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just trying to find the silver lining in a Silverado
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us
Gonna get us through the ones in front of us
Yeah we broke babe
Parking lot spot but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just trying to find the silver lining in a Silverado
When you going through hell getting higher than heaven
It's seats laid back at a 7 Eleven
Eric take me to church, cup holder confession
We got three beers left and I'm counting my blessings
