Lyrics

The radio station plays the same ten songs A country boys hardly livin' though he's never left home Lyin' about struggles and growin' up broke Daddy only made a million the economy's a joke There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on around here You can listen to the Devil talking in your ear You can drown in a bottle and pass through the years Or you can pack it all up, face your fears There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on round here There's an interstate runnin' right through the heartland Ain't never got me nowhere but I'm driving for the man Marquee lit up says you got big plans But you better fold your cards if you've been dealt a shitty hand There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on round here You can listen to the Devil talking in your ear You can drown in a bottle and pass through the years Or you can pack it all up and face your fears There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on round here Lyin' about survival and a lifetime of dope From that one time in college when you tried a line of coke There's a hometown boy playing a sold out show Here's another song I wrote in another shole There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on round here You can listen to the Devil talking in your ear You can drown in a bottle and pass through the years Or you can pack it all up and face your fears There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on round here There's a whole lotta nothin' goin' on round here
Writer(s): Trey Lewis, Terry Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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