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Lyrics
One two three four
One two
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
Readin' poetry under shade trees
That woman she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just wanna hide me but they wanna hear me sing my songs under lights
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
The country boys don't die alone
Everyday's so fleetin' and I have been tryin' to save it while I can
The look on her face
All these hot humid days and the boys in my damn band
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
Readin' poetry under shade trees
That woman she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just wanna hide me
They wanna hear me sing my songs under lights
Information
As made famous by Zach Bryan
Original songwriter : Zach Bryan
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This title is a cover of Motorcycle Drive By as made famous by Zach Bryan