Ain't a whole lot going on

Small town friday night

Revving up at a red light

On your mark get set go

Pass a mom and pop restaurant

Same four trucks parked out front

I guess ya 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, 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 who seems to be stuck in now

Why do I hang around

Yeah, yeah

In this church pew or bar stool kinda town

I'am like that am station

That never comes in right

Till you pass that city limit sign

Its the only time it gets clear

Its crystal clear that I

Just need to find

A place that where there's no lines

Nothing like it is around here

Someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around

Whiskey or the bible, 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 who seems to be stuck in now

Why do I hang around

In this church pew or bar stool kinda town

Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around

Whiskey or the bible, 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 who seems to be stuck in now

Why do I hang around

In this church pew or bar stool kinda town

Yeah I need to get out

Of this church pew or bar stool kind of town