More Trucks Than Cars - Craig Morgan

Out here on the back side of that city limit sign where the world turns two

lanes

Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella topping off your tank knows your

name

Water tower, power lines, swimming holes, rusty old RC Cola signs and county

fairs

Raise your hand if you’ve been there

Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy

And the waitress calls you baby

And the star lights like a street light on a summer night

We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again

And pray that our boys come home alive

And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts

Where there’s more trucks than cars

Well, I’ve been there on the concrete of them big city streets in my Ford truck

Traffic jam in the town square, told my buddies living up there, good luck

Meanwhile back in Tennessee we’re raising our babies and our own green beans

and kicking up dust

Come on down when you’ve had enough

Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy

And the waitress calls you baby

And the star lights like a street light on a summer night

We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again

And pray that our boys come home alive

And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts

Where there’s more trucks than cars

Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy

And the waitress calls you baby

And the star lights like a street light on a summer night

We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again

And pray that our boys come home alive

And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts

Where there’s more trucks than cars

Where there’s more trucks than cars