Remember that night in the gravel pit when I told you all I could handle it

Then I threw-up all over myself what a mess

Remember that night when the streetlight broke and all of us hooligans standing below

then the neighbors they called up your mama, we had to confess

I don’t drink to forget, I can do that on my own

I drink to remember all the good times that have come and gone

bring all you got and we’ll throw it all in a blender

And drink to remember

Remember that night on the Sunset beach, sleeping under the stars with the sand in our teeth

There’s no alarm clock quite like the boots of the local police

Remember that night in the Caddy back seat all of us naked from our heads to our feet

But we didn’t make love we just ran out into the streets

Remember that night at the honky tonk show

We drank and we danced and we started to know

That we’re all gonna be ok. We’re all gonna be ok

We’re ok

We don’t drink to forget we can do that on our own

We drink to remember all the good friends that have come and gone

And, one drink per memory I say we go on a bender And drink to remember

I don’t remember if it was raining, if it was cold or if was hot

But I’ll never forget the way I felt as I packed that Charger up

I was keeping eyes wide open, slow and steady wins the race

Just trying to keep that old Dodge between the mustard and mayonnaise

So far away. So far away. Come on

Well, the light on the dash told me I was low on dinosaurs

And the Vegas lights told me I was 300 miles short

So I pawned off everything I had for the gas that I’d need

But when I got there L.A. didn’t look like it did on my TV

So far away. So far away.

This ain’t paradise, it’s just shitty

The grass ain’t green and the girls I’ve seen are just war paint pretty

Take me home, take me home. Take me back home where the stars I’ll see are hanging right there in the sky for me

I got a job driving nails in the California heat

And my only gig was an empty guitar case out on the street

But my mind kept drifting back to the way the snow smells when it thaws

This homesick hillbilly needs to hear the Redwing call

So far away. So far away

Billy wants a job with a name on his shirt He’s come in from the country and he’s looking for work

No, he don’t want a dime more than the world thinks he worth

Billy wants a job with a name on his shirt

Debby’s got a job where she’s working for tips Handing out eggs and fake compliments

And, if she smiles real pretty, she just might make rent

Debby’s got a job where she’s working for tips

They ain’t trying to set the world on fire. Ain’t trying to be something they’re not

They found, it seems, the American dream That everyone else here forgot

Next thing you know Billy’s stopping on by Trying to smile clever and catching her eye and, the coffee gets cold but he doesn’t seem to mind

Debby’s been noticing Billy stopping on by

Billy finally got up the courage to ask

A couple weeks of pay just to say this ain’t glass and, the ring won’t matter once Debby says yes

Billy finally got up the courage to ask

They ain’t trying to set their hearts on fire Just trying to find love in this world

They found, it seems, the American dream Boy meets girl

Life’s not as hard as we make it. The answers just might be winking at you

If someone offers you love you should take it. Cause sometimes one and one adds up to way more than two

Now there’s a baby with a Daddy with a name on his shirt

They’ll never be rich but they’ll always find work.

And Billy’s gonna teach that boy just what it’s worth to love someone more than anything else on this earth

Billy wants a job with a name on his shirt

If the corn’s knee high by the 4 th of July

We’ll be sitting pretty when it’s harvest time

If the corn’s knee high by the 4 th of July

We’ll be sittin pretty high

Park your truck on the farm road so no one will see

You gotta know Moe is done spraying for weeds

Go 33 rows east and 10 paces north

You better write this down, son you’ll forget for sure

We go out at night as to not disturb them

What the farmers don’t know wont hurt ‘em

Spread your crops out those choppers got eyes

Try not to visit ‘less it gets real dry

Miracle Grow, a can of beer for the snails

Don’t bend the corn, son. Don’t leave a trail

By Halloween there’s a skunk in every barn

Where I grew up this is how we farm

My cell phone was buzzin

My heart started pumpin

I had Squirrel on the line

Screaming out his mind

Sayin, the combines are coming! The combines are coming!

We’ll be gettin’ real high

I could hear the bus running

I guess it’s time to go

This time you ain’t coming

I guess we both kind of know

That this life ain’t your style

Still not sure why it’s mine

But I could hear the bus running

Running out of time

I wish there was a way I could explain me to you

Help you to see why I do what I do

Ain’t fair to leave you alone, ain’t fair to drag you along

Gone, needing to be home. Home, needing to be gone

We could close up the circus

Bring the whole big top down

It won’t make your life perfect

Cause I’ll still be the clown

So, baby just love me

And come along for the ride

I can hear the bus running

Come with me this time

All your Ex’s don’t live in Texas, but the list is a country mile

Like all those old songs that you loved on, now they come on and you smile

What would life be without bad decisions?

What would I be without all my mistakes?

Anything is better than lost in indecision

All I got to show for it is what it takes

All your road trips and your tongue slips all the lessons, bitter pills

All your worship in purple churches all your rolled-up dollar bills

And if I hurt you, I never meant to. I was young and so naive

I can’t change what I did but, I’m sorry please believe me

Just taking chances on late night dances all your “pounding head in the morning sun”s

All your standin' up to the man and all your “I fought the law and the law wons"

Steve, he was my best friend, or a guy I went to school with.

Yeah it’s hard to know the difference when you’re running and you’re young

Yeah Steve and I we spent some time back when we was dumb

The day I met Her, Steve became a third wheel.

Her and I, we fell in love fast, tripping though the tall grass

And, Steve he tagged along and it seemed to kinda fit, yeah every couple superheroes deserves a

sidekick we ran off to Texas like 3 Musketeers

Well, if I get back to Texas, I’ll look you up first thing. But don’t you hold your breath it’s way too hot down there for me

I’ll head on back North, where I’ll have them all believe That none of this is my fault, I’ll blame it all on

Her and Steve

Whoa, then I took to gamblin chasing down the big win

I left her home with Steve, figured she was in good hands

Well that turned out to be a little truer than I’d planned

I couldn’t see the cards, they were coming up betrayal

I came home early one night to surprise her with a good time

They had made the blanket monster and it was easy to see

That one of them looked like her and the other looked like Steve

I walked in on a 2 for 1 broken heart sale

So, the night before I left them I did some breakin n enterin.

I stashed all the stolen loot in the back of Steven’s truck

An anonymous tip? The police couldn’t believe their luck Now they’re taking Her and Steve in for questioning

The evidence was crystal clear. And that good ol’ boy judge didn’t want to hear

All these crazy stories about this alleged Uncle Ben

Who they was claimin’ was framing them in the name of revenge

The judge ‘bout threw out his arm throwing the book at them

They say home is where the heart is, well, mine beats in my chest

Faster when I’m running and slower when I rest

Goin’s been my go to, that’s why you’ll find me gone

Home would be a Godsend this road’s so fucking long

Virginia keeps on callin’ but I can’t pick up the phone

I can’t bear to see her but I don’t want to be alone

Guess we’re all just travelers, ah but some on different roads

Oh Virginia keeps on callin’ but nobody’s ever home

Half my friends keep talkin’ talkin’ ‘bout the good ol’ days

The other half keep telling me I gotta change my ways

But I’m out on this freeway, oh in some ways I feel free

Just couldn’t end up being who she needed me to be

They say home is where the heart is and mines sewn here on my sleave

Faster when I’m runnin running out of places to leave.

Nobody’s ever home

Gettin’ hillbilly silly, red necked wrecked, crazy as shit house rats

Get in all kind of trouble, put to bed with a shovel, then do it all over again. Yay!

No, it don’t take much, just standing ‘round a thirty on a loggin’ road in the campfire light

Just a rowdy bunch, ain’t afraid to get dirty so go get your boots we’re gonna get loose it’s a Tuesday night

Gettin’ hillbilly silly, red necked wrecked, crazy as shit house rats

Get in all kind of trouble, put to bed with a shovel, then do it all over again

We’re just Catt. County hilljacks loving this life we get

And gettin’ hillbilly silly, red necked wrecked, crazy as shit house rats

You can’t waste your life, workin every minute sometimes you gotta just kick on back and watch the grapes grow

There’s a swimming hole, were about to dive in it, but if you’re bringin’ the cooler down the waterfall, take it slow.

Gettin’ so crazy

There’s a rope swing hanging from a tree above that swimming hole

And just like life it’s a hell of a ride if you know when to hold on and when to let go

Sleeping in a Walmart parking lot take my shower in the bathroom sink

Find the next venue on Google maps try to wait til the evening to drink

I gotta love this life cause it’s the life I chose

For better or worse, no worse for the ware and it shows

Broke down under the overpass downtown Buffalo

A soul-patched man with a really loud van pushed us where we needed to go

I rely on the kindness of strangers and strange kinds of friends

The rubber hit down hard on the pavement the night she said,

she said, “my way or the highway”, now I’m out here on this road

writing songs about being lonely, and singing them for lonely folks

they tell me that they love me, but I’m pretty sure they don’t

she said, “my way or the highway” and I chose the road

Trading blows with the lake effect snow learning how to know when I’m beat

This all feels a little like a whiskey on a stick hanging out in front of me

I knew I’d miss her but I soon came to see

I could never miss her as much as I’d miss me

she said, “my way or the highway”, so I’m out here on this road

writing songs about being lonely, and sharing them with lovely folks

I chose the road less traveled and the difference here is hope

“my way or the highway” and I chose the road

Packing what’s left of me in a guitar case, Holding onto hope that you show your face

But no one looks like you

Bartender says it’s gonna be a good night, I see familiar faces as they’re starting to line up

But no one here looks like you

It’s been almost a year since we took that walk, crying in the street, and making neighbors talk

There ain’t too many easy ways to hear, “I don’t love you anymore”

Fake smiling in between every note, wishing that I’d never heard these songs I wrote

The first set is almost done

The people drink and dance and try to forget, rubbing up against who they’re gonna regret

And my whiskey is almost gone

Called her on the phone for a month or so, tried to act sober but she’d always know

There ain’t too many easy ways to hear, “Please don’t call me anymore”

Loadin up to go now it’s quarter to four. The boys are drinking Whiskeys like they won the war

But I still feel like throwing the fight

I wish you were still waiting up for me at the end of this ride like you used to be

With a sleepy-eyed kiss goodnight

Trying so hard not to learn his name, but talk in a small town is hard to tame

There ain’t too many easy ways to hear, “you’re not with her anymore”

Home now, I sneak into the bedroom to see, my beautiful babies lying sound asleep, and think, maybe

I’m ok

Lay there and for the first time think, they say time heals everything and my heart fills with maybe I’m ok

It’s been almost a year since we took that walk, crying in the street, and making neighbors talk

There ain’t too many easy ways to here, where I don’t love you anymore