Nowhere is where I come from
Where nothin' grows but the debt you owe
And the dry rivers run
And the dry rivers run
Nowhere is where in 1999
I was speeding down that gravel road
Past the Mercer county line
Past the Mercer county line
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride
Point the headlights south and drive
Nowhere is where my thoughts go to roam
Between the combine clouds and the waves of doubt
And the miles and miles of corn
And the miles and miles of corn
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride
Point the headlights south and
Turn the radio on
We'll be good as gone
When the sun comes up
Till the highway stops
And the wheels fall off
And the engine rusts
Till the pavement burns
And tomorrow turns
Into a blaze of glory
I've got no regrets
Light a cigarette
And rewrite the story
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride
Point the headlights south and drive
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