Purple Gas Lyrics by Zach Bryan
I’ve got plates for purple gas
‘Bout the only break I catch
But I am not the kind of man
To blame the dealer on a losin’ hand
Have a lone star in my eye
The darker the sky, the brighter it shines
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
A ton of a grit or maybe it’s spite
And if I weren’t a flatland boy, I’d say I’d have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don’t get me killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
Maybe I’d rest before I died if I weren’t a flatland boy
If I weren’t a flatland boy
I hammer down, hair straight back
World blurs past, tell me how’s it that
My horizon line’s static
I guess at least it’s a sure bet
Was taught not to throw the first fist
But if you take a hit, finish that son of a bitch
In a life havin’ the upper hand’s a myth
Your only fightin’ chance is too stubborn to quit
And if I weren’t a flatland boy, I’d say I’d have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don’t get me killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
Maybe I’d rest before I died if I weren’t a flatland boy
If I weren’t a flatland boy
Retired rail ties, point-nine wire
Neighbor kid on the fencin’ pliers
Fargo that turns over fine
At forty below if you cuss it right
A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin
You can dull the edge, you can look ahead
But can’t get there, it goes on forever
Oh, it just goes on forever
You keep your head down, it goes on forever
But I’ve got plates for purple gas
I’ve got plates for purple gas
Zach Bryan, a country singer from Oklahoma, gained fame through his videos on Twitter. He won a Grammy Award for his album American Heartbreak and the song I Remember Everything. His most popular song, Something in the Orange, reached Billboard’s... Read more about Zach Bryan