Got too many people in this spread out town.
Got too many people all just sitting around.
Lord, I got to get away from this place,
But all others are just a hole in the ground.
Lord, been months without a friendly face.
Lord, been months since I’ve gotten a taste.
Feels like there ain’t nothing left for me here.
Lord, it feels like I came in last in the race.
Sunday night and I’m just sitting here.
Sunday night and I’m on my fourth beer.
Monday morning and I got nothing to lose.
Lord, I can’t shake these 21st century blues.