Church Pew Or Bar Stool Ain't a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go
Pass a mom and pop restraunt Same four trucks parked out front I guess ya gotta make your own fun When you're stuck in a place this slow
There's only two means of salvation around here that seem to work Whiskey or the bible, shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kinda town
I'am like that am station that never comes in right till u pass that city limit sign its the only time it gets clear its crystal clear that i just need to find
a place that where there's no lines nothing like it is around here someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around Whiskey or the bible, shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kinda town
here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around whiskey or the bible, shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kinda town yeah i need to get out of this church pew or bar stool kind of town