Well, if I had a nickel for every line this town put on my face

If I had a dime for every time I said I was fixing to leave this place

It would help me buy the gas I'm about to pour on every thing I've seen

I can't be sentimental when it don't mean nothing to me.

Let it burn, burn, just let it burn

I'm sick of hangin' 'round here waiting for the tides to turn

It don't matter if its far or near, just as long as I get out of here

Let it burn, let it burn.

I work too damn hard to wind up in this shotgun shack

To get a little behind and have a man come and take it back

They're all breathing down my neck waiting for me to fall

Well if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Let it burn, burn, momma let it burn

I can't wait to see 'em all when they ain't got nowhere to turn

I watch the flames light up the sky

Blow 'em a kiss as I wave good-bye. yeah...

Let it burn, burn, just let it burn

Well, I'm sick of hangin' 'round here waiting for the tides to turn

Yeah, even if I wanted to stay, they'd probably run me out of here anyway

Let it burn.