Damn Country Music

I packed it all on a whim

Threw an old Hank cassette tape in

Dad's '84 rusty Ford

Swore we'd never make it

I quit my job, let my momma down

Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town

I pulled my roots from the ground for

The hum of wheels on the blacktop

The strum of strings on the flat top

It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer

Tells you everything you have is worth losin'

Damn country music

Damn country music

You might get lost in the lights

The things that keep you up all night

Like whiskey straight at 3 a.m.

Chasin' songs in your head

It's the highest highs, the lowest lows

It's needin' "Yes" but hearin' "No"

Just another sold soul

Believe me, I know

It's the hum of wheels on the blacktop

The strum of strings on the flattop

It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer

Tells you everything you have is worth losin'

Damn country music

Damn country music

And when the money, and the fame

And the lights on your name

They'll all fade away

You'll still be a slave to

The hum of wheels on the blacktop

The strum of strings on the flattop

It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer

Tells you everything you have is worth losin'

Damn country music

Damn country music

Damn you, country music