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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 Letras de cancionesOn 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 From Letras Mania