IntroVerse 1I Grew Up On The Back Of A Piedmont Pine Stand, Strumming On Guitar StringsTill One Day I Figured That I Might Ought To Figure Out How To Play And SingI Strummed Three-Chord Songs All Night Long On The Back Of A Farm Pond BankI Was Raised On The Good Words Of Waylon And Brought Up On HankVerse 2Them Old Songs About Trotting Lines And Coal Mines, And Chewing On The Hickory TwigIn This World That I Despise, I'm Just Trying To Live Life The Same Way That My Granddad DidMy Songs Might Be Missing Two Old Boys Kissing, But They Ain't Going To Miss That SoulOf A Young Man Living In A World That's Forgetting All The Things That The Good Lord ToldChorusBut On The Dark Side Of The Mountain, There's A Little Place I Go And HideWhere You Run Two Hours Down A Two-Lane RoadYou Drop Her Down In Four-Wheel DriveWhen I'm Deep Down In That ValleyThis Old World, It Spins So SlowLike I Can Almost Hear A VoiceSaying, "Son, The Lord's About To Call Some Folks On Home"Instrumental BreakVerse 3Well, We're All Just Big Bags Of Bones That Are Glued To Our Phones And Shit That's Wrecking Our HealthIn This Age Of False Idols, There's Pages Of Bibles Collecting Dust On A ShelfWhen You Get That Time Machine Going, Brother, Please Sign Me Up, Cuz I Want Off This Ride That I'm OnWhere We All Get Dumber By The Minute And Weaker By The Day, With Many More Days Left To ComeOutro
