Lyrics:

I Packed It All On A Whim
threw An Old Hank Cassete Tape In
dad's '84 Rusty Ford
he Swore We'd Never Make It
i Quit My Job, Let My Momma Down
broke An Angel's Heart On The Way Out
of Town
pulled My Roots From The Ground For

the Hum Of Wheels On The Blacktop
the Strum Of Strings On A Flat Top
it's A Neon Fever For A Small Town Dreamer
tells You Everything You Have Is Worth Losin'
damn Country Music

you Might Get Lost In The Lights
the Things That Keep You Up All Night
whiskey Straight, 3 A.m.
chasin' Songs In Your Head
it's The Sweetest Highs, The Lowest Lows
and Needin' Yes And Hearin' No
just Another Soul Sold
believe Me I Know

it's The Hum Of Wheels On The Blacktop
the Strum Of Strings On A Flat Top
it'll Take You, Break You
damn Sure Make You
do Things You Never Thought You'd Be Doing
damn Country Music

when The Money, The Fame
the Lights On Your Name
all Fade Away
well, You'll Still Be A Slave To

the Hum Of Wheels On The Blacktop
the Strum Of Strings On A Flat Top
it's A Neon Fever For A Small Town Dreamer
tells You Everything You Have Is Worth Losing
damn Country Music
damn Country Music