Lyrics:

Well, I gotta go
Down the road
Outta my way, pigfuckers
It's getting old
I'm leavin town
Anywhere bound
Call my name
I won't be found
With your Walmart gossip
And country-fried philosophy
Toothless witticisms abut farm machinery
Just a greasy ham stuffed
With high-school football scores
I'm hittin' the road mister
I can't take it anymore
I gotta go
Down the road
Outta my way, pigfuckers
It's getting old
I'm leavin town
Anywhere bound
Call my name
I won't be found
Line-dancing silicon bimbos
Trying to be seen
Jacked-up high-school jarheads
Trading licks at the Dairy Queen
A thousand well placed hand grenades
In the local mall
My little way of sayin'
Goodbye to all y'all

Well, anyone can see
It's been home to better than me
So I guess I'd better watch what I say
But what am I supposed to do
The one thing I know is true
The only time I like it
Is when I'm far away
I gotta go
Down the road
Outta my way, pigfuckers
It's getting old
I'm leavin town
Anywhere bound
Call my name
I won't be found
Yeah