From the recording Climate Change

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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



Don Harrison and Bryan Ewald

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2021