[Verse 1: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann]
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 losing hand
Have a lone star in my eye
The darker the sky, the brighter it shines
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
A ton of grit or maybe it’s spite
[Chorus: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann, Zach Bryan]
And if I weren’t a flatland boy, I’d say I 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
[Verse 2: Noeline Hofmann & Zach Bryan]
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 to not throw the first fist
But if you take a hit, finish that son of a b**ch
In a life having the upper hand’s a myth
Your only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit
[Chorus: Noeline Hofmann & Zach Bryan, Noeline Hofmann, Zach Bryan]
And if I weren’t a flatland boy, I’d say I 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
[Verse 3: Noeline Hofmann, Zach Bryan, Noeline Hofmann & Zach Bryan]
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
[Outro: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann]
But I’ve got plates for purple gas
I’ve got plates for purple gas