No More of ‘Em Lyrics by Noah Hicks (feat. Rhett Akins)
I’m gonna drink these Colorados
‘Til they run out of silver cans
Keep turnin’ that John Deere dirt to dust
‘Til they run out of land
Keep slingin’ this ol’ Zebco
‘Til they don’t make a ten pound line
Keep drivin’ them Silverados
With them gold Chevrolet bowties
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
No more one-light, two-lane towns
‘Til there ain’t no straight pipe Friday night good ol’ boys
Chasin’ them girls around
I’m gonna spend my days
Just thankin’ the Lord
For every sunset sinkin’ down on a wraparound porch
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
I’ll keep pickin’ this old six string
‘Til it runs out of songs
Keep hittin’ that little white church on Sunday mornin’
‘Til I run out of wrongs
‘Til all I love is gone
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
No more one-light, two-lane towns
‘Til there ain’t no straight pipe Friday night good ol’ boys
Chasin’ them girls around
Yeah, I’m gonna spend my days (I’ma spend my days)
Just thankin’ the Lord (Just thankin’ the Lord)
For every sunset sinkin’ down on a wraparound porch
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
I’ll be ridin’ these backroads
Slower than the summer sweetcorn grows
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
No more one-light, two-lane towns
‘Til there ain’t no straight pipe Friday night good ol’ boys
Chasin’ them girls around
I’m gonna spend my days
Just thankin’ the Lord (Just thankin’ the Lord)
For every sunset sinkin’ down on a wraparound porch
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em
‘Til there ain’t no more of ’em