We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

Ask any ol’ barstool Ask any ol’ barstool in this town Ask my new found party crowd Sure I take more jack in my coke now Sure I stay ‘til they’re all long gone And I take the long way home But I ain’t sittin’ ‘round Tryin’ to drown the thought of you I

And it goes And I just feel helpless How long will this take to end? Welcome to my home town and down I'm losing my mind And I don't think you could save me this time When will I get through this?

We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now Here we are, don't turn away now, As a child you would wait And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth you'd lay

I'll move back down To this western town If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing all my

Wish I was there with you now Everything comes back to you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Drive highways and byways

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

I'm so far away The dust distorts the sound Last one left in this god forsaken town Tarnished all your memories Your smile's a front at best As you stare out the tilted window Is it one big second guess? I'm so far away now

When my ship comes in What’s a guy to say? What’s a guy to do? I can paint this whole town red tonight, And still wake up with the blues Good luck is bound to find me, If it comes around again, But I’ll probably be out fishing, I had me a high school

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out