Everybody Dies In Hollywood Lyrics

Graham Barham

Whiskey Rain

Lyrics to Everybody Dies In Hollywood
I hope I'm sittin' in a deer stand on the day I turn twenty-seven
Or in a pit in a rice field with them green heads fallin' from the heavens
I want my stars in the sky, don't want my boots on 'em
I want my hills in the pines, not with a sign on 'em
Nah, I can't believe they call it paradise there
When I swear

Everybody dies in Hollywood
But 'round here, yeah, we got it pretty good
Water tower, beers buzzin' under a sunset
Sightin' in a rifle from the back of a truck bed, nah, we ain't done yet
We're all about them crosses on our necks
Them turnin' dirt up checks
Them down home denim angels, we ain't gotta go out west
What's the point of all the money
When everybody dies in Hollywood? Yeah
But we can live forever in the country
We can live forever in the country

Thank God there ain't no paparazzi
Out there in the boons
Last night, they would've caught me howlin' at the moon
Mixin' kisses with my Dixie, cigarettes, and grizzly
Knowin' me, I'd wake up in the mornin', and they'd hit me with my drunk ass on TMZ
But that life ain't for me

'Cause everybody dies in Hollywood
But 'round here, yeah, we got it pretty good
Water tower, beers buzzin' under a sunset
Sightin' in a rifle from the back of a truck bed, nah, we ain't done yet
We're all about them crosses on our necks
Them turnin' dirt up checks
Them down home denim angels, we ain't gotta go out west
What's the point of all the money
When everybody dies in Hollywood? Yeah
But we can live forever in the country
We can live forever in the country

I want that red on my neck, not on a new Ferrari
I'll stay the man that I am, and I ain't sayin' sorry
I got everything I need
So why would I leave

When everybody dies in Hollywood?
But 'round here, yeah, we got it pretty good
Water tower, beers buzzin' under a sunset
Sightin' in a rifle from the back of a truck bed, nah, we ain't done yet
We're all about them crosses on our necks
Them turnin' dirt up checks
Them down home denim angels, we ain't gotta go out west
What's the point of all the money
When everybody dies in Hollywood? Yeah
But we can live forever in the country
We can live forever in the country
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