I got red dirt stains
On my blue tin jeans
Calloused fingers
From my guitar strings
Wild like the wind
In the tall pine tree
I got roots
And I got wings
I raise my glass
On a Saturday night
I thank the Lord above
On a Sunday drive
Daddy's hands
And Mommy's dreams
He gave me roots
She gave me wings
Yeah
I got roots
I got wings
[Miranda Lambert]
May Rose I pay a lift, but no Chanel
Packing parliaments
Side by side like fuzzy dice
It looks good, kill
We'd be doing time
We're a dirty combination, you and me
The way I play it cool
And you bring the heat
But I got your back
And I know that you got mine
That makes us two of a crime
Wherever gets that contraband
In Southern charm, go hand in hand
Fooling all the Federales,
Shoot one tequila
High in the palace
We're a dirty combination, you and me
The way I play it cool
And you bring the heat
But I got your back
And I know that you got mine
That makes us two of a crime
We're a dirty combination, you and me
The way I play it cool
And you bring the heat
But I got your back
And I know that you got mine
That makes us two of a crime
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