Upchurch & Bottleneck – Buzz Won’t Last

Dense diesel smoke in a one lane
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
Through thin high beams
On these yellow dotted lines
She’s dinomite on a Friday night
Hoping we can live on this buzz and it won’t go away
Parked behind them hay field stemmin up then windows
how it was way back when I could see it in my dream.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
The southern breeze blowing and keep remindin me off
Two rebel kids sippin on love in a glass.
Till the time fades my pain or the memories blow up my engine
Them red lips with them shades on she’s Hollywood stuck down home

It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Yeah baby I’m holdin onto these memories
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
All dressed up for the good time
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Where you ain’t gonna see them city lights
Let’s get lost on them dirt road good songs on that radio
On these yellow dotted lines
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
In a old truck with her buzz on
To the tall grass on the river side
It’s the hottest song on the radio that makes us feel some type of way
Through thin high beams

Changing lanes, tangled up like sugar cane
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
Buzz won’t last, the buzz won’t last

Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
Yeah
On these yellow dotted lines
Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
It’s that orange glow from then Cedar logs
My high beams doin donuts down in the mudder beam
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last
Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Through thin high beams

And I can’t help but think that it won’t last forever
Daisy Duke on my small town
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last