Now there's a whole lot going on In a small town Friday night Revvin' up that red light On your market said go Pass a mom and pop restaurant Same four trucks parked out front I guess you 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 A shot glass or a Bible When you don't seem to run On either side of the fence People act like it don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in Now, why do I hang around In this church view or barstool kind of town I'm like that A.M. station That never comes in right Till you pass the city limit sign That's the only time it all gets clear It's crystal clear that I Just need to find A place where there is no lines And nothing like it is around here Some place where it don't feel like This world revolves around Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or a Bible When you don't seem to run On either side of the fence People act like it don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in Now, why do I hang around In this church view or barstool kind of town I'm like that A.M. station That never comes in right Till you pass the city limit sign That's the only time it all gets clear It's crystal clear that I Just need to find A place where there is no lines And nothing like it is around here People act like it don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in Now, why do I hang around In this church view or barstool kind of town Yeah, I need to get out Of this church view or barstool kind of town Yeah, yeah *