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