Текст песни: Intro (Skit) + перевод

I was born in Nashville, Tennessee and raised on the outskirts. Times have

changed in the city of neons nowadays

Where I’m from, we’re the listeners to the Music City tunes. Because we hardly

ever get the opportunity to be the voice of the city we know like the back of

our hand, that is Music City

They traded the good ol' boy, fist fightin' downtown 'cause somebody slapped

his girl’s ass, for the manufactured frail man who looks like someone’s

girlfriend. Haha

I’m here to show that the good ol' boy still exists

Ridin' around in Music City in somethin' that is leakin' hella oil,

is too damn loud, whistlin' at long legs and soft waves

Now, I respect the tourists, but I’m not a tourist

I’m not your perfect teeth

I’m not your yes man

I’m not your nice clothes and white smile

I’m the calloused hands

I’m the scars on knuckles

I’m the stress in your stomach

And I’m an uncontrolled fire

I’m Upchurch, and I ain’t nothin' but the River Rat.​

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