I wanna be touring In cities I don't like I wanna be playing shows Spitting into the mic Groceries from a truck stop Sweat with the sun I'll wear the same tank top I'm from Anchorage, I only got one Your boy, he needs some sun Your boy, yeah, he's a loaded gun Your boy He needs to run ♪ Grandma told me that I should get out once in a while She said, "This is our land, you come back when you need" But I don't know where to start or stop And who would ever pay to see me? Your boy, he needs some sun Your boy, yeah, he's a loaded gun Your boy He needs to run What if I go and it's all the same? A bar in a town that won't remember my name Rhubarb pie to remind me of home You'll never make it on your own Your boy, he needs some sun Your boy, yeah, he's a loaded gun Your boy, your boy He needs to run Yeah, he needs to run