Right down ahead
"At the county line," it read
You best be in bed
Or they're coming for your bread
Smell the sweat and dread
Shoot it right through the thread
He gotsta keep it moving
Or he's gonna lose his head
Next night, he ran
Said I gotta get out, man
Looking for new land
Get my toes up in that sand
I'm a brand new man
With a brand new plan
I'm gonna try my hand and
I'll stack a couple grand!
Going home!
He grabbed himself a bed
Put a roof above his head
Didn't care how he fed
He just wanna get ahead
The dog, it always shed!
His lady turned him red!
A house that's full of lead
But his own homestead
Got a job at bar
And he picked up a guitar
He dreamt of going far
Mommy's little big star
Put it all in the jar
Get in the ring and spar
A cut becomes a scar
Do it all without a car
Going home!
He grabbed a couple g's
Slipped it right between his knees
He's moving overseas
Yeah, he's speaking Portuguese
He worked awful hard
He wants to go far
Off the radar
Do it all without a car!
So if you understand
You can take command
You can take a stand
To working hand-over-hand
You'll be feeling fine
No nickel and dimes
It's time to unwind
When you cross that county line
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Right down ahead
"At the county line," it read
You best be in bed
Or they're coming for your bread
Smell the sweat and dread
Shoot it right through the thread
He gotsta keep it moving
Or he's gonna lose his head
Next night, he ran
Said I gotta get out, man
Looking for new land
Get my toes up in that sand
I'm a brand new man
With a brand new plan
I'm gonna try my hand and
I'll stack a couple grand!
Going home!
He grabbed himself a bed
Put a roof above his head
Didn't care how he fed
He just wanna get ahead
The dog, it always shed!
His lady turned him red!
A house that's full of lead
But his own homestead
Got a job at bar
And he picked up a guitar
He dreamt of going far
Mommy's little big star
Put it all in the jar
Get in the ring and spar
A cut becomes a scar
Do it all without a car
Going home!
He grabbed a couple g's
Slipped it right between his knees
He's moving overseas
Yeah, he's speaking Portuguese
He worked awful hard
He wants to go far
Off the radar
Do it all without a car!
So if you understand
You can take command
You can take a stand
To working hand-over-hand
You'll be feeling fine
No nickel and dimes
It's time to unwind
When you cross that county line
"At the county line," it read
You best be in bed
Or they're coming for your bread
Smell the sweat and dread
Shoot it right through the thread
He gotsta keep it moving
Or he's gonna lose his head
Next night, he ran
Said I gotta get out, man
Looking for new land
Get my toes up in that sand
I'm a brand new man
With a brand new plan
I'm gonna try my hand and
I'll stack a couple grand!
Going home!
He grabbed himself a bed
Put a roof above his head
Didn't care how he fed
He just wanna get ahead
The dog, it always shed!
His lady turned him red!
A house that's full of lead
But his own homestead
Got a job at bar
And he picked up a guitar
He dreamt of going far
Mommy's little big star
Put it all in the jar
Get in the ring and spar
A cut becomes a scar
Do it all without a car
Going home!
He grabbed a couple g's
Slipped it right between his knees
He's moving overseas
Yeah, he's speaking Portuguese
He worked awful hard
He wants to go far
Off the radar
Do it all without a car!
So if you understand
You can take command
You can take a stand
To working hand-over-hand
You'll be feeling fine
No nickel and dimes
It's time to unwind
When you cross that county line
Writer: Dave Rasicci
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