Damn Country Music - Tim McGraw

I packed it all on a whim

Threw an old Hank cassette tape in

Dad’s '84 rusty Ford

He swore we’d never make it

I quit my job, let my momma down

Broke an angel’s heart on the way out of town

Pulled my roots form the ground for

The hum of wheels on the blacktop

The strum of strings on the flattop

It’s a neon fever for a small town dreamer

Tells you everything you have is worth losing

Damn country music

You might get lost in the lights

The things that keep you up all night

Whiskey straight, 3 am

Chasing songs in your head

It’s the sweetest highs, the lowest lows

It’s needing «yes» and hearing «no»

Just another sold soul

Believe me, I know it’s

The hum of wheels on the blacktop

The strum of strings on the flattop

It’ll take you, break you

Damn sure make you do things

You never thought you’d be doing

Damn country music

When the money, the fame

The lights on your name all fade away

Well, you’ll still be a slave to

The hum of wheels on the blacktop

The strum of strings on the flattop

It’s a neon fever for a small town dreamer

Tells you everything you have is worth losing

Damn country music

Damn country music