Not a whole lot goin' on, small town Friday night
Revin' up at a red light on your mark, get set, go
Passin' mom and pop restaurants, seein' four trucks parked out front
Guess you gotta make your own fun when you're stuck in a place this slow
There's only two means of sal vation around here that seem to work
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
Will never come true if I wind up stayin'
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town
I'm like that A.M. station that never comes in right
Till you pass the city limit sign that's the only time it all gets clear
It's crystal clear that I just need to find
A place where this is no lines nothin' like it is around here
Someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival
Repeat Chorus
Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
Will never come true if I wind up stayin'
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town
I need to get out of this church pew or barstool kinda town