Happy Crack Country

Intro

Oh-oh, yeh-yeh, come on, come on

(ta-da, ta-da)

Verse

We roll out past the billboard that forgot how to shine

Old tires hum a hymn, radio's two chords behind

Porch swing creaks like a memory, laughs spill on the breeze

Cracked mason jars, warm beer, and a Sunday that won't leave

Chorus

Happy Crack Country, where the road wears a grin

Happy Crack Country, let the good times roll on in

We got patched-up plans and crooked fame, still we sing

Happy Crack Country, clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands

Verse

A neon-less diner with a crooked waitress smile

She writes our names in coffee foam and stays a little while

Kids chase paper airplanes through the holes in the fence

Old men tell tall truths, make the small things make sense

Pre-chorus

Raise your glass to the crooked line, to the crooked life we chose

There’s a beauty in the broken things, in the way this story grows

(yeah, yeah)

Chorus

Happy Crack Country, where the road wears a grin

Happy Crack Country, let the good times roll on in

We got patched-up plans and crooked fame, still we sing

Happy Crack Country, clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands

Verse

Midnight on a tailgate, moon like a silver dent

We trade our small regrets for a guitar and an accent

Fingers find the frets like they remember how to pray

Every wrong turn led us right back to this runaway parade

Bridge

Oh — hey, oh — hey, sing it loud (sing it loud)

The streetlight flickers but we dance somehow (dance somehow)

Say it once, say it twice, let the chorus hang in the air

Happy Crack Country, we don't need perfection, we just care

Chorus

Happy Crack Country, where the road wears a grin

Happy Crack Country, let the good times roll on in

We got patched-up plans and crooked fame, still we sing

Happy Crack Country, clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands

Happy Crack Country, clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands

Outro

(oh-oh, yeh-yeh) fade out on that porch-light hum…