You never did care too much for this two-lane town, did you, babe?You've been talking about getting out, chasing them dreams down since seventh gradeAnd I can't blame you for the way God made youYou need more skyline than a water tower with a name on itAnd I need more Chevrolet with a little bit of red dirt clay on itAnd that's just you and that's just meAnd that's just the way it's gotta beYeah, the main street's slow like the more tractor tiresLittle rough around the edges like that rusty barbed wireBaby, I know that ain't your speedThat's why you can't stayThat's why I'm hereThat's why I can't leaveYou need more stations on your radioThem kind of places where the corn don't growBaby, I love you but we both got dreamsThat's why you can't stayThat's why I can't leaveWe had a good run under that southern sun, didn't we?And you can call me up and I'll fill you upAnd if you're missin' this town or meI need a front porch viewBut you need a balcony, yeahNo matter what you know where I'll beWhere the main street's slow like the more tractor tiresLittle rough around the edges like that rusty barbed wireBaby, I know that ain't your speedThat's why you can't stayThat's why I can't leaveYou need more stations on your radioThem kind of places where the corn don't growBaby, I love you but we both got dreamsThat's why you can't stayThat's why I can't leaveOh, yeah, that's why I can't leaveOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohYeah, the main street's slow like the mall tractor tiresLittle rough around the edges like that rusty bar of wineBaby, I know that ain't your speedThat's why your daddy's out there loading up your JeepYeah, them Friday night lights ain't your kind of shineWish I could, but I can't say it ain't mineIn a town like this, what you get's what you seekThat's why you can't stay, that's why I can't leaveNo, I can't leave*