♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I packed it all on a whim Threw an old hand cassette tape in Dad's 84, rusty Ford So we'd never make it I quit my job, let my mama down Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town I pulled my roots from the ground full The hum of wheels on a black top The strum of strings on a flat top It's a neon fever for a small town Dreamer tells you everything you have It's worth losing, damn country music ♪ Damn country music ♪ You might get lost in the lights And things that keep you up all night Like whiskey straight at 3 a.m. Chasing songs in your head It's the highest highs, the lowest lows It's need and yes, but here no Just another soul, soul Believe me, I know It's the hum of wheels on a black top The strum of strings on a flat top It's a neon fever for a small town Dreamer tells you everything you have It's worth losing, damn country music ♪ Damn country music ♪ And when the money and the fame And the lights on your name They'll all fade away You'll still be a slave to The hum of wheels on a black top The strum of strings on a flat top It's a neon fever for a small town Dreamer tells you everything you have It's worth losing, damn country music ♪ Damn country music ♪ Damn you, country music ♪