Not a whole lot going on a small town Friday night,
Revving up at a red light, on your mark get set, go
Past a mom and pop restaurant,
Same four trucks parked out front,
I guess you gotta make your own fun
When you're stuck in a place this slow.
There's only two means of salvation around here that seem to work –
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival.
When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence,
People act like you don't make sense,
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying,
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now,
Why do I hang around
In this church-pew-or-barstool kind of town?
I'm like that AM station that never comes in right
Till you pass the city limit sign, that's the only time it all gets clear.
Well, it's crystal clear that I just need to find
A place where there is no lines,
And nothing like it is around here.
Some place where it don't feel like this world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival.
When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence,
People act like you don't make sense,
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying,
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now,
Why do I hang around
In this church-pew-or-barstool kind of town?
Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around,
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival.
When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence,
People act like you don't make sense,
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying,
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now,
Why do I hang around
In this church-pew-or-barstool kind of town?
Yeah, I need to get out of this church-pew-or-barstool kind of town.
Yeah, yeah!