Lyrics: Almeda Riddle/Ash Gutierrez/Cole Carmody/Jeff Hazin/John Cunningham
Will you leave this house carpenter
And come and go along with me-me-me-me?
I'll take you where the grass grows green
On the line so sweet, line so swee-swee—
White Escalades, Appalachian Mountains
It's only right, the only person to have come up out 'em
You either do it or you sit there and just talk about it
I'm getting weird looks every time I leave Buncombe County
There's very few of y'all I trust
Even less of y'all I love
I'll bow my head, it's only one
That facade that y'all put up
You might fold in, that's just not us
That facade just isn't you
And we're over into crutch
So ask yourself, what do you really do it for?
Do you feel it in your core? Do you really feel it?
Humble myself for the Lord, couldn't end up like y'all
But my mama raised me better, father said that less is more
White Escalades, Appalachian Mountains
It's only right, the only person to have come up out 'em
You either do it or you sit there and just talk about it
I'm getting weird looks every time I leave Buncombe County
126 down I-26, it shows my age
I can't drive stick, I'll get insulted
You can see, I just had to shed out my—
140 down on I-40, it's like eight hours to the coast
If someone asks if I do music, chances is I'm saying, "No"
Because I'm scared they might judge
They take one look at the car, probably think I'm selling
Or that my daddy paid it, or that I'm late on payments
The funny part is I bought the house and car without touching my savings
White Escalades, Appalachian Mountains
It's only right, the only person to have come up out 'em
You either do it or you sit there and just talk about it
I'm getting weird looks every time I leave Buncombe County
Will you leave this house carpenter (Are you surprised to be famous now?)
And come and go along with me-me-me-me? (I don't give a goddamn how famous I am or whatever)
I'll take you where the grass grows green (It don't matter to me' cause I'm 'bout dead anyways, so what I give a shit?)
On the line so sweet, line so swee-swee— (And if anybody don't like the way I do, shit, **** 'em)
Line so swee-swee—
Line so swee-swee—
Line so swee-swee—