300 Miles

Hey

Laid up in Glasgow, it's not like ya think

Them boys from Kentucky, they sure can drink

Bluegrass and bourbon, and the bottle got me hurting

Been tryna slow down, doesn't seem to be working

Last cigarette of the night's just begun

If I play the song right, would you let me bum one?

If I buy another round, would you tell me what you're thinking?

Them boys from Kentucky, they sure been drinking

And I'm three hundred miles from the Union

And I pray that I make it home soon, babe

Man on the run, just looking for fun

From the Mississippi River to the California sun

Hey

Come on

Evergreen trees make it hard to breathe

Ain't talking elevation, I'm talking 'bout weed

The Subaru yuppies and the little hippie honeys

Breathe in too deep, got you feeling kind of funny

And I'm three hundred feet from losing my mind

Man on the moon, Rocky Mountain high

Band on the run, just looking for fun

From Peachtree, Georgia all the way to Canada

Hey

Headed back to God's country, Monroe, Tennessee

Gotta check with Momma, so she can see

That her boy might be dancing to the beat of his own drum

But he won't ever forget where he's coming from

And I'm ten more steps from my front door

Being out on the road makes me love this place more

Man on the run, just looking for fun

From the Mississippi River to the California sun

A band on the run, just shooting out the gun

From Peachtree, Georgia all the way to Canada

Hey