More Trucks Than Cars Songtext
von 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 hands up 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 Old 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 Old 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 Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there′s more trucks than cars
There's more trucks than cars