Motorcycles, denim jeans
Neon lights, Tennessee
Ten bucks for a beer at every bar
Singing Buddy Holly at the naked karaoke
With a 58 and phony southern drawl
Gotta love that landlocked surf rockabilly kinda feeling
Makes your head bop, head bop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop
Yeah, that landlocked surf rockabilly kinda feeling
Keeps me dreaming of the day when I'm gonna get my star
Yeah, some California techie in a cowboy hat
Is dancing by himself beneath the disco ball
While a preacher's outside smoking, sharing Jesus with the homeless
On his way to get a tattoo on his arm
Gotta love that landlocked surf rockabilly kinda feeling
Makes your head bop, head bop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop
Yeah, that landlocked surf rockabilly kinda feeling
Keeps me dreaming of the day when I'm gonna get my star
Gotta love that landlocked surf rockabilly kinda feeling
Makes your head bop, head bop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop
Yeah, that landlocked surf rockabilly kinda feeling
Keeps me dreaming of the day when I'm gonna get my star
compositores: Caleb Chapman
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