Orange and White '79

Lyrics

ORANGE AND WHITE '79

I learned to work a gearbox with my heels off the floor
On an ole Massey growlin’ for more
Back pasture buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest in June
Daddy said, “Don’t force her, boy, she’ll give up too soon”
Watched his knuckles, white against the grit and grease
Fightin’ back a mean streak that wouldn't let him find no peace
By the time I was sixteen, I'd traded the field for the load
And a seventy-nine Chevy on a washboard county road

     It was two-tone rust and a bench seat ride
     That orange and white seventy-nine
     Haulin’ secrets past the county line
     With a payload heavier than the trash on the side
     Every mile was a warnin’, every mile was a lie
     In the hollowed-out stare of a blood-relation eye
     I learned how to steer, and I learned how to bleed
     In that orange and white, I found the wreck of me

Hot vinyl stickin’ to the back of my neck
Radio fightin' static and a Jackson tune
The smell of sulfur and a burnin' belt
Silence chokin' out the cab too soon
I gripped that wheel while he held back a flood
He just stared straight ahead with the iron in his blood
Said, “There was a life before this one, son”
And I pointed that chrome, toward a darker run

Didn’t ask for a name, didn’t ask him why
Didn’t need to know where the truth went to die
I backed off the gas, let the engine moan
It’s a heavy-ass load when you’re drivin’ alone

     Repeat Chorus

Some miles you drive
And some you just drag
Still haulin’ the weight
Past the county road lines
In the orange and white
Yeah, that '79

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