Fast Cars, Guitars and Fine Tuned Women - Confederate Railroad

Momma rocked me in a cradle

Daddy rolled me in his arms

I been robin rolling lord lord since the day I was born

My baby blanket was a rebel flag

I’m from Dixie and I don’t brag

I was raised on cornbread and sweet iced tea

Baby long came in an o’shea tree

Ain’t nothing better than Southern fried chicken

Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women

I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night

To me raising hell it’s just another word for living

Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women

Lord I learned to play a guitar when I was fifteen

Want to be like Elvis make the young girls scream

I got my first car I was hell on wheels

I could drive it fast make them ol tires squeal

My dad tried warn me but he knew I wouldn’t listen

Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women

I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night

To me raising hell it’s just another word for living

Fast cars guitars and fined tuned women

Yeah I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night

To me raising hell it’s just another word for living

I’m a man I know what I like I like to party come Saturday night

To me raising hell it’s just another word for living

Fast cars

Guitars

Some fined tuned women