Hey
Laid up in Glasgow, it's not a likely thing
Them boys from Kentucky, they sure can drink
Bluegrass and bourbon
Yeah, the bottle got me hurtin'
Been tryna slow down, doesn't seem to be workin'
Light a cigarette, and my night has just begun
So if I play this song right, would you let me burn one
So buy another round
Won't you tell me what you're thinkin'
Them boys from Kentucky have sure been drinkin'
And I'm 300 miles from the Union
I pray that I make it home soon
Man on the run just a-looking for fun
From the Mississippi river to the California Sun

Hey
Come home
The evergreen trees make it hard to breathe
I ain't talking elevation, I'm talking 'bout weed
A Subaru yuppies and them little hippie honeys
Breathing in too deep, got you feeling kinda funny
And I'm 300 feet from losing my mind
Man on the Moon, Rocky Mountain high
Man on the run just a-looking for fun
Peachtree Georgia, all the way to Cancun]

Hey
Headed back to God's country all the way to Tennessee
Gotta check my momma so she can see
That a boy might be dancing to the beat of his own drum
But he won't ever forget where he's coming from
And I'm 10 more steps from my front door
Being out on the road
Makes me love this place more
Man on the run just a-looking for fun
From the Mississippi river to the California Sun
Man on the run just a shooting out his gun
From Peachtree Georgia all the way to Cancun
Hey