| Song | We Rode In Trucks |
| Artist | Luke Bryan |
| Album | I'll Stay Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Bryan, McCormick, Murrah |
| [00:13.89] | Down where I was born it was heaven on earth. |
| [00:17.15] | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. |
| [00:20.90] | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. |
| [00:26.33] | We raised cotton, and corn, a little cane, and kids. |
| [00:32.08] | You either lived on a farm or wish you did. |
| [00:35.77] | Jesus always walked close by our side. |
| [00:38.77] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [00:56.27] | There's a lot about life we learned on a bus, |
| [00:59.39] | How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss. |
| [01:03.20] | The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got. |
| [01:08.91] | We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends. |
| [01:12.35] | White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin. |
| [01:16.10] | Thank God we get more than just one shot. |
| [01:21.47] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [01:28.84] | That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on. |
| [01:35.47] | That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done. |
| [01:41.65] | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. |
| [01:52.65] | It wasn't that long ago. |
| [01:57.28] | We thought tobacco and beer in a can |
| [02:00.48] | Was all it would take to be like our old man. |
| [02:03.79] | Then I saw how it made my momma cry. |
| [02:09.73] | It was huntin' and fishin' and football games. |
| [02:13.66] | Then it was girls, and everything changed, |
| [02:21.54] | In our lives. |
| [02:23.48] | Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks. |
| [02:29.67] | That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot. |
| [02:36.23] | That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot. |
| [02:42.37] | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. |
| [02:53.31] | It wasn't that long ago, it's a part of my soul. Yeah. |
| [03:06.74] | Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth. |
| [03:17.87] | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. |
| [03:21.99] | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. |
| [03:26.37] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Bryan, McCormick, Murrah |
| [00:13.89] | Down where I was born it was heaven on earth. |
| [00:17.15] | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. |
| [00:20.90] | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. |
| [00:26.33] | We raised cotton, and corn, a little cane, and kids. |
| [00:32.08] | You either lived on a farm or wish you did. |
| [00:35.77] | Jesus always walked close by our side. |
| [00:38.77] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [00:56.27] | There' s a lot about life we learned on a bus, |
| [00:59.39] | How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss. |
| [01:03.20] | The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got. |
| [01:08.91] | We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends. |
| [01:12.35] | Whiteeyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin. |
| [01:16.10] | Thank God we get more than just one shot. |
| [01:21.47] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [01:28.84] | That' s us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on. |
| [01:35.47] | That' s us, headin' straight into town when the work is done. |
| [01:41.65] | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. |
| [01:52.65] | It wasn' t that long ago. |
| [01:57.28] | We thought tobacco and beer in a can |
| [02:00.48] | Was all it would take to be like our old man. |
| [02:03.79] | Then I saw how it made my momma cry. |
| [02:09.73] | It was huntin' and fishin' and football games. |
| [02:13.66] | Then it was girls, and everything changed, |
| [02:21.54] | In our lives. |
| [02:23.48] | Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks. |
| [02:29.67] | That' s us with our tailgates down in the parking lot. |
| [02:36.23] | That' s us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot. |
| [02:42.37] | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. |
| [02:53.31] | It wasn' t that long ago, it' s a part of my soul. Yeah. |
| [03:06.74] | Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth. |
| [03:17.87] | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. |
| [03:21.99] | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. |
| [03:26.37] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Bryan, McCormick, Murrah |
| [00:13.89] | Down where I was born it was heaven on earth. |
| [00:17.15] | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. |
| [00:20.90] | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. |
| [00:26.33] | We raised cotton, and corn, a little cane, and kids. |
| [00:32.08] | You either lived on a farm or wish you did. |
| [00:35.77] | Jesus always walked close by our side. |
| [00:38.77] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [00:56.27] | There' s a lot about life we learned on a bus, |
| [00:59.39] | How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss. |
| [01:03.20] | The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got. |
| [01:08.91] | We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends. |
| [01:12.35] | Whiteeyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin. |
| [01:16.10] | Thank God we get more than just one shot. |
| [01:21.47] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |
| [01:28.84] | That' s us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on. |
| [01:35.47] | That' s us, headin' straight into town when the work is done. |
| [01:41.65] | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. |
| [01:52.65] | It wasn' t that long ago. |
| [01:57.28] | We thought tobacco and beer in a can |
| [02:00.48] | Was all it would take to be like our old man. |
| [02:03.79] | Then I saw how it made my momma cry. |
| [02:09.73] | It was huntin' and fishin' and football games. |
| [02:13.66] | Then it was girls, and everything changed, |
| [02:21.54] | In our lives. |
| [02:23.48] | Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks. |
| [02:29.67] | That' s us with our tailgates down in the parking lot. |
| [02:36.23] | That' s us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot. |
| [02:42.37] | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. |
| [02:53.31] | It wasn' t that long ago, it' s a part of my soul. Yeah. |
| [03:06.74] | Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth. |
| [03:17.87] | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. |
| [03:21.99] | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. |
| [03:26.37] | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |