Well it's a
Small town and there ain't much to see
And I've always got these neighbors just starin' at me.
Every time I come back it's always the same.
I'm sick and damn tired of playing these games.
As I reach for my glass
I'm spillin' my drink
And I watch the whiskey bubble, and drip to the sink.
I'm so drunk and tired
My head could explode.
I guess that's what it's like after livin' on the road.
There's nothing else I'd rather do,
Like pumping gas or going back to school.
So you can have your paper thin walls
And your late night business calls.
I'll be out keepin' this world alive till I die.
And when the time comes to be leavin' again,
You can swear to your mother, I'm the first one in.
Jam in that key and turn that engine around, I can't stop my mind from thinking of the sound
Of our acoustic guitars, feeding back like hell.
Tellin' everybody we got albums tosell.
And if you're so kind we need a place to stay,
So ready your roomates, cuz they aint gonna sleep.
There's nothing else we'd rather do,
Like pumping gas or going back to school.
So you can have your paper thin walls
And your late night business calls.
We'll be out keepin' this world alive till we die.
Oh oh. Til we die.
Oh oh. Til we die.
Oh oh. Til we die.
There's nothing else we'd rather do,
Like pumping gas or going back to school.
Whoa, whoa, yea.
So you can have your paper thin walls
And your late night business calls.
We'll be out keepin' this world alive till we die.
We'll be out keepin' this world alive till we die.
We'll be out keepin' this world alive till we die.