| There ain’t a lot that you can do in this town
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| Drive down to the lake and then you turn back around
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| Go to school so you can learn to read and write
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| So you can walk into that county bank and sign away your life
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| Well I work at the fillin' station on the interstate
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| Pumpin gasoline and countin' out of state plates
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| They ask me how far into Memphis, son, and where’s the nearest beer?
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| Hell they don’t even know that there’s a town around here
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| Someday I’m finally gonna let go
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| 'Cause I know there’s a better way
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| I wanna know what’s over that rainbow
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| I’m gonna get out of here someday
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| My brother went to college 'cause he played football
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| But I’m still hangin' 'round 'cause I’m a little bit small
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| But I got me a '67 Chevy, she’s low and slick and black
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| Someday I’ll put her on that interstate and never look back
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| Someday I’m finally gonna let go
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| 'Cause I know there’s a better way
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| I wanna know what’s over that rainbow
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| I’m gonna get out of here someday
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| Someday I’m finally gonna let go
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| 'Cause I know there’s a better way
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| I wanna know what’s over that rainbow
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| I’m gonna get out of here someday
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| I’m gonna get out of here someday |