I packed it all on a whim Threw an old hand-cassette tape inDad's 84, rusty Ford He swore we'd never make itI quit my job, let my mama down Broken angel's heart on the way out of townPulled my roots from the ground forthThe hum of wheels on a blacktop The strum of strings on a flat topNeon fever for a small town dreamer Tells you everything you have is worth losingDamn country musicYou might get lost in the lights The things that keep you up all nightThree straight, three a.m. Chasing songs in your headIt's the sweetest highs, the lowest lows And eating yes and hearing noJust another soul, so Believe me, I know it'sThe hum of wheels on a blacktop The strum of strings on a flat topIt'll take you, break you Down shore and make you do thingsYou never thought you'd be doing Damn country musicWhen the money, the fame The lights on your nameAll fade away Will you still be a slave toThe hum of wheels on a blacktop The strum of strings on a flat topIt's the neon fever for a small town dreamer Tells you everything you have is worth losingDamn country musicDamn country music