Leave the backdoor open, I don't when I'll be home I got an itch that's due for scratchin' and full fresh bag of blow I got friends that'll tell me anything, but what I need to know I don't pay for drinks in this town, 'cause I've tended [?]
Oh, yeah let's [?] I gotta clean my dirty mind I wanna breath in air that's sharp enough To cut the cord and chime from me And break away from all this fake
And the petty pantomime I gotta get my ass to Tennessee So I can leave my self behind Cause if I stay here I'll keep drowinig
And I feel it in my bones But no one wants to tell me so It has been ten years in counting
And everybody knows But no one wants to tell me so I gotta hit the road
