Well, if I had a nickel for every line
This town put on my face
If I had a dime for every time I said
I was fixing to leave this place
It would help me buy the gas
I'm about to pour on every thing I've seen
I can't be sentimental
When it don't mean nothing to me

Let it burn, burn, just let it burn
I'm sick of hangin' 'round here waiting for the tides to turn
It don't matter if its far or near
Just as long as I get out of here
Let it burn, let it burn

I work to damn hard to wind up in this shotgun shack
To get a little behind and have a man come and take it back
There all breathing down my neck waiting for me to fall
Well if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Let it burn, burn, momma let it burn
I can't wait to see 'em all when they ain't got nowhere to turn
I watch the flames light up the sky
Blow 'em a kiss as I wave good-bye. Yeah

Let it burn, burn, just let it burn
Well, I'm sick of hangin' 'round here
Waiting for the tides to turn
Yeah, even if I wanted to stay
They'd probably run the other here anyway
Let it burn