I packed it all on a whim ,Threw an old Hank cassette tape in
That 84 Rusty Ford, he swore we’d never make it
I quit my job, let my momma down, broke my angel’s heart on the way out of town
Pulled my roots from the ground for
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on a flattop
It’s a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
You might get lost in the lights, The things that keep you up all night
Whiskey straight at 3 am, Chasing songs in your head
It’s the sweetest highs the lowest lows, It’s needing yes and hearing no
Just another soul sold, believe me I know it’s
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on a flattop
It’ll take you, break you, damn sure make you do things
You never thought you’d be doing
Damn country music
When the money, the fame, the lights on your name
All fade away, you’ll still be a slave to
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on a flattop
It’s a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
Damn country music
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