It's like a high-rise wrecking ball came right out of nowhere and just hit me

It don't matter where I stand, I can't see the stars inside of this city

Held up in this traffic jam and wasting all this time

When I could be holed up somewhere with a large-mouth on my line

That's when I know it's time

To get on down to Durham Road, put on a little George Strait

Out there past the cornrows where a GPS don't locate

An old name county out of BFE that keeps me coming back

But sometimes all that I need is to get on off, get on off the map

Been a while since I cleared the traffic

Pulled around and lost count of how many

And drove around just to find out that the four-wheel drive still works in my Chevy

So I'm headed to the only place where I know how to turn the whole world off

To get on down to Durham Road, put on a little George Strait

Out there past the cornrows where a GPS don't locate

An old name county out of BFE that keeps me coming back

But sometimes all that I need is to get on off, get on off the map

Yeah, gotta get on, get on off the map

It's like a high-rise wrecking ball came right out of nowhere and just hit me

Yeah, hit me

To get on down to Durham Road, put on a little George Strait

Out there past the cornrows where a GPS don't locate

An old name county out of BFE that keeps me coming back

But sometimes all that I need is to get on off, get on off the map

Yeah, gotta get on, get on off the map

Gotta get on, get on off the map