My old man's word, it never really hurt
Then it hit me like stone, it was too late
A young girl's heart, nearly tore it apart
So easy to walk, out of this place
Well I've seen them come and go and headed on down the line
We keep on changin' home 'cause were givin' them our mind
We'll always turn around on that county line
Runnin' in place, I can't even taste
The whiskey I drank with this [?]
This [?], is like a rich man's cocaine
I just need a train, to get me out of this place
'Cause I've seen them come and go and headed on down the line
What I'd give to be Georgia bound, ridin' old number 9
Always turn around on that county line
Maybe it was that house I was raised in and
the pleasure of 93
Maybe it's all of my blood on the ground, I'd give anything to see
But I always turn around on that county line
