Lyrics

I met THE guy in a noisy bar I thought he said his party was July Fourth
Got a late start that’s just me it seems
Poured myself into new red sale jeans

He answered the door in his boxer shorts the party it seems was the week before
When I turned away I heard his girlfriend say Sweetheart Sweetheart
Please let him cut that sale tag off the seat of your jeans

I keep running ‘til I’m done in
I keep rambling scrambling railing at the dark pedal to the metal with the brake on park
Trying to get to heaven on this highway to hell no matter which way I turn
How much rubber I burn I can’t seem to get away from myself

I won THE prize on the radio
Backstage pass Jason Aldean show
Dress or new jeans I can’t seem to tell
Jeans are bad luck dress’ll cast a spell

When the guard at the door said your pass please I knew I left it in those voodoo jeans
I pleaded begging I’m with the band he said Sweetheart Sweetheart
Please don’t forget Mister Aldean now he’s a married man

I keep running ‘til I’m done in
I keep wishing missing fishing for a clue
Taking my lumps and paying my dues
Springing from the gate when they ring the bell no matter which way I look
How much trouble I book I can’t seem to get away from myself

On and on and on it goes
Where it stops I think I knows
I keep running, running, running, ‘til I’m done in done in
I keep rambling scrambling railing at the dark pedal to the metal with the brake on park
Trying to get to heaven on this highway to hell no matter which way I turn
How much rubber I burn I can’t seem to get away from myself

One of these days gonna finally get away
One of these days gonna finally get away