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