Powerlines

Under the powerlines

You pointed me three different ways

Said we're from smack dab in the middle

Of the mountains and the plains

It didn't matter

If dirt was gravel, black, or red

We grew up with golden gardens

And blue ribbon flowerbeds

It was all

Open fields and a lot of dumb love

It was all

Shooting stars and shooting guns

Under the powerlines

We drove your van into a ditch

We were Tokyo drifting on 295th

Stilwell, Kansas

Yeah, you knew just how to hit

The itch for driving out to nowhere

Riding shotgun through the sticks

And no one rich came out of Tulsa

Or smart from Tennessee

No one remembers folks from Kansas

I told you I'm from all three

And it was all

Open fields and a lot of dumb love

It was all

Shooting stars and shooting guns

It was all rose-colored memories and green-colored skies

Through the alcohol, we saw the rest of our lives

And it was all

Open fields and a lot of dumb love

Under the powerlines

Under the powerlines

Well, we were all fools and fortunate sons

With our neighborhood pools shooting off dad's guns

And growing up was fine, and now we know why

Our mamas worked hard for this American life

It was all

Open fields and a lot of dumb love

And it was all

Shooting stars and shooting guns

It was all rose-colored memories and green-colored skies

Through the alcohol, we saw the rest of our lives

And it was all

Open fields and a lot of dumb love

Under the powerlines

Under the powerlines

Under the powerlines

Under the powerlines