Ever since I was a young boy

I had a wandering soul

I walked and crawled across six state lines

By the time I was eight years old

I landed in some cornfield

They called a town on the grow

So I climbed up on that water tower man

But the city was a no show

And that's when I spied you and we didn't mind

All night truck stops, drive-ins, dives

We were teenage troubadours hopping on box cars

For a hell of a one way ride

It's just a Waffle House jukebox

My brains are scattered around

But one of these days

You and me babe

We're gonna spill the whole bucket

And paint this town

Paint this town

Paint it red and white for Old Glory

Paint it blue for the cops tailing your old man's Ford

Shimmy up them power lines and paint some anarchy signs

'Cause that's what you do when you're fifteen years old

We'll paint it yellow for a warning

They'll never take us alive

Now we've given our hearts to this heartbreak city

Where farm kids go to make out or die

It's just a Waffle House jukebox

My brains are scattered around

But one of these days

You and me babe

We're gonna spill the whole bucket

And paint this town

Paint this town

Now the train don't stop like it used to

Interstate missed by more than a mile

Still all these trailer park kids grow up

Thinking this is a place they will survive

And you and me babe

We faded away like the yearbook page foretold

Now all I got left is the dirt under my fingernails

From we went digging for gold

It's just a Waffle House jukebox

Bright lights spinning around

But one of these days it just might light your way

Make you spill the whole damn bucket

And paint this town

Paint this town

Paint this town