405 Lyrics

Well I was grown in Choctaw

An outlaw

A self made man of grace

Where the first come

Is family

And the second

Is the hell we raise

And we stay Okie strong

We don't always get along

But know you gotta get it 'for the gettin's gone

And I'm talkin' Cowboys

And City folks

And those servin' on the military base

I was raised in the 405

Drag strip 39th

On the outskirts of city lights

Where we shave tires down

We push shine around

All the way across them county lines

In the 405

Damn right

In the 405

And we drive jacked trucks

And fast cars

Drink cold beers in country bars

And we stay up late

Drop them tailgates

And pick up the noise when our favorite songs play

We like our women prayin'

Our mud slangin'

You know you can catch us in the backwoods hangin'

Around them bonfires

Beers up in the sky's

Man I'm damn sure proud of where I came

I was raised in the 405

Drag strip 39th

On the outskirts of city lights

Where we shave tires down

We push shine around

All the way across them county lines

In the 405

In the 405

I was raised in the 405

Drag strip 39th

On the outskirts of city lights

Where we shave tires down

We push shine around

All the way across them county lines

I was raised In the 405

Drag strip 39th

On the outskirts of city lights

Where we shave tires down

And we push shine around

All the way across them county lines

In the 405

Damn right

In the 405