I packed it all on a whim,
threw an old hand cassette tape in
Dad's 84,
rusty Ford,
swore 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
for the hum of wheels on a black tie,
the strum of
strings on a flat tie It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
tells you everything you have is 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 3am chasing songs in your head
It's the highest highs,
the lowest lows,
it's needin' yes,
but here no,
just another soul
Believe me, I know it's the hum
of wheels on a black tie,
the strum of strings on a flat tie
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
tells you everything you have is 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 tie,
the strum of strings on a flat tie
It's a neon fever for a small town dreamer
tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music,
damn country music
Damn you country music