I packed it all on a whim
Threw an old Hank cassette tape in
Dad's '84 rusty Ford
Swore we'd never make it
I quit my job, let my mama down
Broke an angel's heart on the way out
Of town
I pulled my roots from the ground for

The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losin'
Damn country music
Damn country music

You might get lost in the lights
The things that keep you up all night
Like whiskey straight at three a. m
Chasin' songs in your head
It's the highest highs, the lowest lows
It's needin' "yes" but hearin' "no"
Just anothеr sold soul
Believe mе, I know

It's the hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losin'
Damn country music
Damn country music

And when the money, and the fame
And the lights on your name
They'll all fade away
You'll still be a slave to

The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losin'
Damn country music
Damn country music

Damn you, country music