Aint a whole lot going on
Small town friday night
Revvin up at a red light
On your mark get set go
Pass a mom and pop restraunt
Same four trucks parked out front
I guess ya 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, 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 chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kinda town
You can call me a believer
But I'm no saint
I see the preacher every Sunday
Bar tender every Saturday night
I just don't fit in
A round hole to a square peg
I guess this small town kid is runnin outta time
From hearing sometimes feels just like this world revolves around
Whiskey or the bible, 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 chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kinda town.
From hearing sometimes feels just like this world revolves around
Whiskey or the bible, 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 chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or barstool kinda town
Oh I need to get out
Of this church pew or bar stool kinda town. yeah yeah
Aint a whole lot goin on
Small town friday night
Revvin up at a red light
On your mark get set go