Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
Shit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levy (You know it)
Growing up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we didn't use
And blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a f*ck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and f*cking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my backyard
I guess I was destined to spit shit on guitars
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then f*ck it let me roll outta fuel
This that southern rock shit, baby this that summer pump
And my middle finger's up like that motherf*cker's stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup
You f*cking Dixie chick listening metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the f*ck around me acting all extra and shit
From the city to the country even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled over there in '07 flat with a few balls
Little Warren took the charge may God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch every city that I go motherf*cker
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then f*ck it let me roll outta fuel
Upchurch - Running on Fumes Lyrics
Upchurch - Running on Fumes Lyrics
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Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
Shit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levy (You know it)
Growing up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we didn't use
And blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a f*ck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and f*cking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my backyard
I guess I was destined to spit shit on guitars
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then f*ck it let me roll outta fuel
This that southern rock shit, baby this that summer pump
And my middle finger's up like that motherf*cker's stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup
You f*cking Dixie chick listening metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the f*ck around me acting all extra and shit
From the city to the country even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled over there in '07 flat with a few balls
Little Warren took the charge may God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch every city that I go motherf*cker
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then f*ck it let me roll outta fuel
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
Shit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levy (You know it)
Growing up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we didn't use
And blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a f*ck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and f*cking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my backyard
I guess I was destined to spit shit on guitars
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then f*ck it let me roll outta fuel
This that southern rock shit, baby this that summer pump
And my middle finger's up like that motherf*cker's stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup
You f*cking Dixie chick listening metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the f*ck around me acting all extra and shit
From the city to the country even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled over there in '07 flat with a few balls
Little Warren took the charge may God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch every city that I go motherf*cker
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then f*ck it let me roll outta fuel
Writer: Ryan Upchurch
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.