Well It's 31 degrees
The rains turned into snow
Ridin' across Nebraska
Got a couple hundred miles to go
And then my luck ran out
And it was very plain to see
That I'd be stuck in Lincoln
And I just ran out of weed
Cause there ain't no going west
There's no going south
Just sittin' in Nebraska
No way of getting out
Everybody that I meet asks
What I'm doing here
They say, "I know it ain't vacation man
Cause that'd be kind of weird"
I tell them all I'm passing through
Mother Nature shut me down
And they say, " Since you got nowhere to be
Let me buy you another round"
Cause there ain't no going west
There's no going south
Just sittin' in Nebraska
No way of getting out
Well if I had 3 wishes
You know I'd use all 3
To be back in my neighborhood
With my friends and my weed
Tyler Childers was in town tonight
I had tickets to the show
But I'm stuck in Nebraska
And I got nowhere else to go
Cause there ain't no going west
And there ain't no going south
Just sittin' in Nebraska
No way of getting out
Sittin' in Nebraska
No way of getting out