Damn Country Music

I packed it all on a whim Threw an old hand cassette tape in Dad's '84, rusty Ford Swore we'd never make it I quit my job, let my mama down Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town I pulled my roots from the ground for The hum of wheels on a black top The strum of strings on a flat top It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer Tells you everything you have is worth losin' Damn country music Damn country music You might get lost in the lights And things that keep you up all night Like whiskey straight at 3 a.m. Chasin' songs in your head It's the highest highs, the lowest lows It's needin' "yes," but hearin' "no" Just another soul, soul Believe me, I know It's the hum of wheels on a black top The strum of strings on a flat top It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer Tells you everything you have is worth losin' Damn country music Damn country music And when the money and the fame And the lights on your name They'll all fade away You'll still be a slave to The hum of wheels on a black top The strum of strings on a flat top It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer Tells you everything you have is worth losin' Damn country music Damn country music Damn you, country music