Ain't a whole lot going on 

Small town Friday night 

Revving up at a red light 

On your mark get set go 

Pass a mom and pop restaurant 

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 



Yeah, yeah 

In this church pew or bar stool kinda town 



I'am like that am station 

that never comes in right 

till u pass that city limit sign 

its the only time it gets clear 

its crystal clear that I

just need to find 

a place that where there's no lines 

nothing like it is around here 

someplace where it don't feel 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 



Here it 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 

yeah i need to get out 

of this church pew or bar stool kind of town