Blacktop summer
Well it's feeling 'bout a hundred and ten
Long blurred lines on the county road
Burning my skin
Green grass dead on the roadside
Wouldn't it be nice,
Wouldn't it when…
These roads run out of this town
I'm living in
Stopping at the state line
Staring out the window again
Turn 180 and lie about the places I've been
Fruit stand sales and cautionary tales
Of homegrown shoes in cement
Strung out, soaking in sweet sound
Radio gin
Singing my lungs out,
Finding the end before I even begin
Lord take me away
(Ooh ooh)
Drink 'til I'm numb
With friends I known since I was ten
Sleeping under stars
Wishing they were all different
Passing by, good times
All drift away in a
Care free whispering wind
Sentimental hardline,
City I was born to die in
Lord take me away
Lord take me away
Lord take me away
Lord take me away
Lord take me away
Lord take me away