Heading west
in my pickup truck
Been a tough week
and I’ve had enough
The harder I work
the more I find
I am not moving ahead
staying two steps behind
Rollin down this country road
just glad to get away
Running from the concrete and stone
where I live and work every day
I got Dallas in my rear view
and I am heading back
To my old stomping ground
where I can relax
Gonna hang out with family
and old friends again
Act like we hadn’t seen each other
since way back when
Cell phones turned off
and the radio on
Singing backup
for those old country songs
I got Dallas in my rear view
and it’s plain to see
The smaller it gets
the more I’m free
Breaking the chains
of the big city life
Heading to where
the stars show at night
The farther I get
the faster I drive
Racing like the wind
running for my life
Ill be so glad
to get back home
in that little town
where I belong
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