Not a whole lot goin' on
Small town Friday night
Revin' up at a red light
On your mark, get set, go
Passin' mom and pop restaurants
Seein' 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 revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
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 pew or bar stool kinda town

I'm like that AM station
That never comes in right
'Til 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
Nothin' like it is around here

Someplace where it don't feel like
This world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible
A shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
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 pew or bar stool kinda town

Here it sometimes feels just like
This world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible
A shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
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 pew or bar stool kinda town

Yeah I need to get out
Of this church pew or bar stool kinda town
Yeah, yeah

Writer : CRAIG, ADAM / THOMPSON, JOSH / HOWARD, MICHAEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC