Sittin' in Nebraska

Well It's 31 degrees The rains turned into snow Ridin' across Nebraska Got a couple hundred miles to go And then my luck ran out And it was very plain to see That I'd be stuck in Lincoln And I just ran out of weed Cause there ain't no going west There's no going south Just sittin' in Nebraska No way of getting out Everybody that I meet asks What I'm doing here They say, "I know it ain't vacation man Cause that'd be kind of weird" I tell them all I'm passing through Mother Nature shut me down And they say, " Since you got nowhere to be Let me buy you another round" Cause there ain't no going west There's no going south Just sittin' in Nebraska No way of getting out Well if I had 3 wishes You know I'd use all 3 To be back in my neighborhood With my friends and my weed Tyler Childers was in town tonight I had tickets to the show But I'm stuck in Nebraska And I got nowhere else to go Cause there ain't no going west And there ain't no going south Just sittin' in Nebraska No way of getting out Sittin' in Nebraska No way of getting out