I'm cruisin' down Main Street in an '87 Chevrolet
I'm rollin' down 174 tryin' to find some more
Wish I had a little money, I'd spend it all on you
I'd buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew
(Chorus)
And we'll get high, and I drink
Well I'm tryin' not to think
And I get stoned, and I'm drunk
Well I'm tryin' to change my luck
Just gettin' by
Well I'm a-gettin' by, gettin' high, yeah
Walkin' down Browns mountain tryin' to find my way around
I hope I don't get stopped by the cops in this here town
Head on to the south side and the cemetery trails
A worn out fishin' hole where I raised a lot of hell
(Chorus)
There's a girl, that lives on my street
Strawberry blonde, she tastes so sweet
I wanna tell her, all the words in my heart
She moved away, then she tore my world apart
(Chorus)
Fifteen minutes south of the Fort Worth city lights
We watched football games here on Friday nights
I grew up slow and now I'm livin' so fast
Running out of liquor and this quarter bag won't last
