I grew up on the edge of a cornfield. At the end of a long dirt road. Carolina plow boy. Ain't had a free summer since I was ten years old. . Mama made us pick our own switches.
Ninety-five down the interstate. Mile high on a jet plane. Desert road or a downtown train. It's all the same. I can't outrun you. . Now I can move to another town.
Ninety five down the interstate. Mile high on a jet plane. A desert road or a downtown train. It's all the same, I can't outrun you. . I can move to another town.
I grew up on the edge of a cornfield at the end of a long dirt road. Carolina plow boy, aint had a free summer since I was ten years old. Mama made us pick our own switches so we could feel the sting of doin wrong.