Whiskey on the Dashboard (The Ultimate Country Song)

outlaw country, country pop, bittersweet nostalgia, fingerpicked acoustic storytelling

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[Intro]
(Spoken over acoustic guitar and a steel pedal whine)
Yeah, this one's for the boys in the mud, the girls with the broken hearts, and that old dog sleepin' in the truck bed...
[Verse 1]
I was born on a dirt road, raised on sweet tea and cornbread,
Mama prayed in the kitchen, Daddy prayed on his John Deere instead.
Got my first kiss under Friday night lights, with help from the Homecoming, halftime show,
She was cheerin' in a cutoff shirt, I was drivin' a rusted Chevy with a rebel flag bow.
We'd roll down to the river, fishin' poles and a cooler full of beer,
Talkin' 'bout forever while skeeters bit my ear.
[Chorus]
So pass me that whiskey on the dashboard, Lord, turn up the Hank on the radio,
Got a broken heart, a beat-up truck, and nowhere else to go.
My dog's in the back, my ex took the dog tags,
But I still got Jesus, my shotgun, and these old jeans that sag.
From the Bible Belt to the tailgate, we do it all wrong but we do it with pride,
Country 'til I die, baby—chew, pray, drink, and cry!
[Verse 2]
She left me for a city boy in shiny boots that never seen mud,
Took my favorite flannel and half my damn blood.
Now I'm haulin' hay at dawn, cryin' in the cab of my F-150,
With a picture of Mama on the dash sayin' "Son, the Lord'll forgive thee."
I hunt deer in the mornin', drown sorrows at night,
Two-step with a stranger under neon bar lights.
Got a tattoo of the flag on my arm and a cross 'round my neck,
Lost my job at the plant but I ain't broke yet.
[Chorus]
So pass me that whiskey on the dashboard, Lord, turn up the Hank on the radio,
Got a broken heart, a beat-up truck, and nowhere else to go.
My dog's in the back, my ex took the dog tags,
But I still got Jesus, my shotgun, and these old jeans that sag.
From the Bible Belt to the tailgate, we do it all wrong but we do it with pride,
Country 'til I die, baby—chew, pray, drink, and cry!
[Bridge]
Yeah, the bank's foreclosin', the rain won't stop fallin',
But I'll fire up the grill, because the bonfire is callin'.
Yeah we love our mamas, hate the governments way.
Raise hell on Saturday, then repent on Sunday.
And when that final trumpet sounds and St. Peter checks my list,
I'll roll up in my truck, sayin' "I did it my way, Lord, and I ain't sorry for shit."
[Final Chorus - Big Finish]
So pass me that whiskey on the dashboard, boys, let them church bells ring,
I got a cold one in the console and a song that I can sing.
My old dog's howlin', the stars are out shinin',
Love this simple life even when it's hurtin' and lyin'.
From the backroads to heaven, I'll ride that glory train,
With a six-pack, a rifle, and a heart full of pain!
[Outro]
(Fading out with harmonica and crowd sing-along)
Yeah... whiskey on the dashboard...
Country 'til I die...
Yee-haw.

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[Intro] (Spoken over acoustic guitar and a steel pedal whine) Yeah, this one's for the boys in the mud, the girls with the broken hearts, and that old dog sleepin' in the truck bed... [Verse 1] I was born on a dirt road, raised on sweet tea and cornbread, Mama prayed in the kitchen, Daddy prayed on his John Deere instead. Got my first kiss under Friday night lights, with help from the Homecoming, halftime show, She was cheerin' in a cutoff shirt, I was drivin' a rusted Chevy with a rebel flag bow. We'd roll down to the river, fishin' poles and a cooler full of beer, Talkin' 'bout forever while skeeters bit my ear. [Chorus] So pass me that whiskey on the dashboard, Lord, turn up the Hank on the radio, Got a broken heart, a beat-up truck, and nowhere else to go. My dog's in the back, my ex took the dog tags, But I still got Jesus, my shotgun, and these old jeans that sag. From the Bible Belt to the tailgate, we do it all wrong but we do it with pride, Country 'til I die, baby—chew, pray, drink, and cry! [Verse 2] She left me for a city boy in shiny boots that never seen mud, Took my favorite flannel and half my damn blood. Now I'm haulin' hay at dawn, cryin' in the cab of my F-150, With a picture of Mama on the dash sayin' "Son, the Lord'll forgive thee." I hunt deer in the mornin', drown sorrows at night, Two-step with a stranger under neon bar lights. Got a tattoo of the flag on my arm and a cross 'round my neck, Lost my job at the plant but I ain't broke yet. [Chorus] So pass me that whiskey on the dashboard, Lord, turn up the Hank on the radio, Got a broken heart, a beat-up truck, and nowhere else to go. My dog's in the back, my ex took the dog tags, But I still got Jesus, my shotgun, and these old jeans that sag. From the Bible Belt to the tailgate, we do it all wrong but we do it with pride, Country 'til I die, baby—chew, pray, drink, and cry! [Bridge] Yeah, the bank's foreclosin', the rain won't stop fallin', But I'll fire up the grill, because the bonfire is callin'. Yeah we love our mamas, hate the governments way. Raise hell on Saturday, then repent on Sunday. And when that final trumpet sounds and St. Peter checks my list, I'll roll up in my truck, sayin' "I did it my way, Lord, and I ain't sorry for shit." [Final Chorus - Big Finish] So pass me that whiskey on the dashboard, boys, let them church bells ring, I got a cold one in the console and a song that I can sing. My old dog's howlin', the stars are out shinin', Love this simple life even when it's hurtin' and lyin'. From the backroads to heaven, I'll ride that glory train, With a six-pack, a rifle, and a heart full of pain! [Outro] (Fading out with harmonica and crowd sing-along) Yeah... whiskey on the dashboard... Country 'til I die... Yee-haw.

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