Flyover State - Butch Walker

Well I’m on the corner by 7 o’clock

Looking at my father’s watch that time forgot

Trying to scrape off yesterday’s mud

With yesterday’s drinks still in my blood

There’s a routine to this storybook town

Sometimes I cry when no one’s around

Either about my job or wantin' a son

Or how my life is halfway done

Are we done?

Ooooooohhhh

Freedom dumb my way

Ooooooohhhh

Freedom dumb my way

Sexuality, religion, and politics

Nobody round here challenges that list

We’ll shoot you and your Judas kiss

It’s just the fucking way it is

You know, bro?

(Oooh, should you touch it, motherfucker)

At holidays I tolerate

All my fucking annoying cousins from snowflake states

They interrupt my dinner time

With propaganda and knowledge of wine

So I just wear a smile that even a president can’t fake

What a time to be alive!

Ooooooohhhh

Freedom dumb my way

Ooooooohhhh

Freedom dumb my way

Well some radio DJ named The Grinder

Is laughing on cue at a bad joke

While playing my favorite song from 1998 on repeat

(Closing time)

I want whatever they are drinking at 6 AM

Because I feel like shit, honestly

Sorry, I misspoke — I meant, I wouldn’t

I win, fuck it, get over it

Ooooooohhhh

Freedom dumb my way

Ooooooohhhh

Freedom dumb my way

Ooooooohhhh

(In the jungle, the mighty jungle)

Freedom dumb my way

(The lion sleeps tonight)

Ooooooohhhh

(In the jungle, the mighty jungle)

Freedom dumb my way

(The lion sleeps tonight)