Church Pew or Bar Stool

Not a whole lot going on, a small town Friday night

Revving up at a red light, on your mark, get set, go

Past a mom and pop restaurant

Same four trucks parked out front

I guess you gotta make your own fun

When you're stuck in a place this slow

There's only two means of salvation around here that seem to work

Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence

People act like you don't make sense

These big town dreams that I've been chasing

Will never come true if I wind up staying

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 bar stool kind of town

I'm like that AM station, that never comes in right

Till you pass the city limit sign, that's the only time it all gets clear

Well it's crystal clear that I, just need to find

A place where there is no lines

And nothing like it is around here

Someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around

Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence

People act like you don't make sense

These big town dreams that I've been chasing

Will never come true if I wind up staying

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 bar stool kind of town

Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around

Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence

People act like you don't make sense

These big town dreams that I've been chasing

Will never come true if I wind up staying

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 bar stool kind of town

Yeah I need to get out, of this church pew or bar stool kind of town

Yeah yeah