King of the Pines - Tommy Chayne, Upchurch

Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow

Truck customized like I just hit the lotto

Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)

Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)

Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow

Truck customized like I just hit the lotto

King of the pines, big boy

These woods is mine and all the time

I flip these 'round like patty cake

Love to see the face of what haters say

Tommy Chayne he gon' fade away

But hell not today, okay

County boy with a couple skills

You slay things I pay the bills

Neighbor off in Nashville is hella real

Just ask Church where the moonshine still

Roughneck and that’s how I live

Raisin' hell since I was a kid

Can’t change now, know me now

Sippin' shine and I’m blowin' loud

Turn me up, they can hear me now

Run away boy, work crowd

And in a crowd I ain’t hard to find

6'4″ from my head to the ground

On the grind 'cause ain’t got no time

Drunk as hell off moonshine

Twisted up and I’m feelin' fine, feelin' fine

Plugged in like power lines, Tommy Chayne king of the pines

Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)

Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)

Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow

Truck customized like I just hit the lotto

Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)

Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)

Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow

Truck customized like I just hit the lotto

Pullin' up in that black on black like Johnny Cash in the 60's

Shootin' birds to the paparazzi while they in my face gettin' pictures

Now everybody want a touch and pose like if I die they’d miss me

When last year I was reachin' out but they thought my hands was filthy

Now I’m covered up with these tattoos like I been livin' out in Cali

When I’m really in the cut in the country breakin' out this big black Denali

County Sheriff might come roll up, but I don’t mean for citations

He’s sittin' in a circle with me puff passin' in this rotation

Country fresh, came from them rags, used to school shop at the Goodwill

Now I buy my brother’s clothes, my girlfriends Jeep got new wheels

Hate all you want but there’s no denyin' my tough hard organic grind

I’m that motherfucker dog, Churchman king of the pines

Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)

Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)

Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow

Truck customized like I just hit the lotto

Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)

Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)

Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow

Truck customized like I just hit the lotto