That backward town in my rearview
Was gonna be my
Don't you hate hearing that clock on the wall chimmin',
Sayin'
I don’t think you’ll like it
I hear that city’s cold
And
The way you stumble in the kitchen
Lookin’ for that first
I was sittin’ there
Sellin’ turnip’s on a flat bed truck
Crunchin’
The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain
Sure made
you're the last thing that i cling to
before i fall
Walks in the rain, talks in the dark
Old black
I don't wanna rush this thing
I don't wanna jump
I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
Drink
Well I never thought that I’d be
Where I’m at at
Well, I parked my car in the driveway
Somewhere around
In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot
On
A woman is a mystery
A man just can't understand
Sometimes all
So, there's somewhere you gotta be
Well, I sure hate to
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