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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 Letras de cancionesa 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 From Letras Mania