I packed it all on a whim, threw an old hand cassette tape in
Dad's 84, rusty Ford, he swore we'd never make it
I quit my job, let my mama down, broken angel's heart on the way out of town
Pulled my roots from the ground for the hum of wheels on a blacktop
The strum of strings on a flat top
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, 3 a.m., chasing songs in your head
It's the sweetest highs, the lowest lows
Eating yes and hearing no
Just another soul, so believe me, I know it's
The hum of wheels on a blacktop
The strum of strings on a flat top
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, will you still be a slave to
The hum of wheels on a blacktop
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
The strum of strings on a flat top
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
Damn country music