Upchurch – Whippoorwill Lyrics

Whippoorwill By Upchurch

In these hills the whippoorwills all talk, uhm
Beneath these streets flows a history of a farm, uhm
These old tools found in shallow creek beds and sterlin’ silver in the dirt
Turns the past into a southern charm and my red ain’t covered by dirt

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

If your truck breaks down these county lines will get you home
But if you post some s--- on me you’ll land yourself in God’s big green earth
Because my daddy said don’t start no trouble young man but don’t take no from no damn one
So I just sing my music, pay my bills
Got a shotgun and a hearse
I turned the past into a southern charm
And my red ain’t covered by dirt

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa