I'm gonna drink these Colorados til they run out of silver cans
Keep turning that John Deere dirt to dust til they run out of land
Keep slinging this ol' Zebco til they don't make a 10 lb. line
Keep driving them Silverados with them gold Chevrolet bowties

Til there ain't no more of 'em
No more one light two lane towns
Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days just thanking the Lord
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
Til there ain't no more of 'em

I'll keep pickin' this old six string til it runs out of songs
Keep hitting that little white church on Sunday morning til I run out of wrongs
Til all I love is gone

Til there ain't no more of em
No more one light two lane towns
Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol boys chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days just thanking the Lord
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
Til there ain't no more of em

I'll be riding these backroads
Slower than the summer sweetcorn grows

Til there ain't no more of em
No more one light two lane towns
Til there ain't no straight pipe Friday night good ol' boys chasing them girls around
I'm gonna spend my days just thanking the Lord
For every sunset sinking down on a wraparound porch
Til there ain't no more of em