4 AM in Indiana
Bumping Country Grammar
Riding with the hammer
And a gram a
Hannah Montana
Cut it with some arm and hammer
Take it straight to Alabama
Call home to ya gramma
Tell her you in east Atlanta
With Santa drinking Fanta
Soaking in the gamma rays
You gon wait a couple days
Just to see if you gon stay
Find a nice place to lay
See if you can get paid
Couple ladies around the way
But nothing like them
Home grown corn feed
Mattress in the truck bed
Yeah, No city lights
So the stars shine bright
No roads in sight
So the quiet sounds nice
Cold drinks and lakefronts
Blow trees in the Forrest
Less to do so it's more us
Our minds we exploring
Being Stagnate is boring
To us that's foreign
Time we put more in
Just to see where this is going
Ended up on a dirt road
With nowhere left to roam
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
Nothing really matters when you're here in my arms
Pockets got fatter but didn't see you no more
What's the true worth of my time
29.95
Couple radio plays
Shows out in the Bay
Kids screaming my name
But my kids don't know my face
Born and raised in this place
But I got lost in this place
Lost in this phase
Yeah Lost in a haze
The color of prince
When will I win
When will I find peace
When will I see
That it's inside me
I don't need to be
What they want me to be
Cause Ima be me
Cause there ain't a replica
No copy nothing regular
I bust my ass on the job
While writing this song
But it doesn't get me nowhere
I still hear the alarm
4 am in Indiana
And I'm Stocking Fanta
Wish I had a gram a
Something sticky
So I could just. Fade
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
Drew Curry - 4 A.M. In Indiana Lyrics
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4 AM in Indiana
Bumping Country Grammar
Riding with the hammer
And a gram a
Hannah Montana
Cut it with some arm and hammer
Take it straight to Alabama
Call home to ya gramma
Tell her you in east Atlanta
With Santa drinking Fanta
Soaking in the gamma rays
You gon wait a couple days
Just to see if you gon stay
Find a nice place to lay
See if you can get paid
Couple ladies around the way
But nothing like them
Home grown corn feed
Mattress in the truck bed
Yeah, No city lights
So the stars shine bright
No roads in sight
So the quiet sounds nice
Cold drinks and lakefronts
Blow trees in the Forrest
Less to do so it's more us
Our minds we exploring
Being Stagnate is boring
To us that's foreign
Time we put more in
Just to see where this is going
Ended up on a dirt road
With nowhere left to roam
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
Nothing really matters when you're here in my arms
Pockets got fatter but didn't see you no more
What's the true worth of my time
29.95
Couple radio plays
Shows out in the Bay
Kids screaming my name
But my kids don't know my face
Born and raised in this place
But I got lost in this place
Lost in this phase
Yeah Lost in a haze
The color of prince
When will I win
When will I find peace
When will I see
That it's inside me
I don't need to be
What they want me to be
Cause Ima be me
Cause there ain't a replica
No copy nothing regular
I bust my ass on the job
While writing this song
But it doesn't get me nowhere
I still hear the alarm
4 am in Indiana
And I'm Stocking Fanta
Wish I had a gram a
Something sticky
So I could just. Fade
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
Bumping Country Grammar
Riding with the hammer
And a gram a
Hannah Montana
Cut it with some arm and hammer
Take it straight to Alabama
Call home to ya gramma
Tell her you in east Atlanta
With Santa drinking Fanta
Soaking in the gamma rays
You gon wait a couple days
Just to see if you gon stay
Find a nice place to lay
See if you can get paid
Couple ladies around the way
But nothing like them
Home grown corn feed
Mattress in the truck bed
Yeah, No city lights
So the stars shine bright
No roads in sight
So the quiet sounds nice
Cold drinks and lakefronts
Blow trees in the Forrest
Less to do so it's more us
Our minds we exploring
Being Stagnate is boring
To us that's foreign
Time we put more in
Just to see where this is going
Ended up on a dirt road
With nowhere left to roam
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
Nothing really matters when you're here in my arms
Pockets got fatter but didn't see you no more
What's the true worth of my time
29.95
Couple radio plays
Shows out in the Bay
Kids screaming my name
But my kids don't know my face
Born and raised in this place
But I got lost in this place
Lost in this phase
Yeah Lost in a haze
The color of prince
When will I win
When will I find peace
When will I see
That it's inside me
I don't need to be
What they want me to be
Cause Ima be me
Cause there ain't a replica
No copy nothing regular
I bust my ass on the job
While writing this song
But it doesn't get me nowhere
I still hear the alarm
4 am in Indiana
And I'm Stocking Fanta
Wish I had a gram a
Something sticky
So I could just. Fade
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
4 am in the place I call home
I really wanna leave but I can't go
I wanna see us grow
I wanna know
That I made it being home grown
Writer: Andrew Curry
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