Way Out

There's a two-lane in, no good way out Of an old dot cotton field, touchdown, Jesus town With that white board, two-story porch wraparound Way out Where granddaddy came back in '38 For a concrete job, a couple bucks at the bank And found a piece of land on some dark red clay Way out Where we get way out Head it off the highway, straight out Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out Grew up rearview dusting it Halfway cussing it Covered in mud in it Way out Where the stars get you a second-base make out Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out Then the second you leave in that 150 You wonder why you'd ever want a way out You oughta see that sunset, hear the choir loft sing Feel that momma's house, mid-June fescue under your feet Yeah, that greener shade of green Way out Kids run through the sprinklers, dream of being Springsteen Can't help but get into everything They raise a little too much hell Spend a few hours in a cell Daddy comes to the city jail Makes bail and pays their Way out Head it off the highway, straight out Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out Grew up rearview dusting it Halfway cussing it Covered in mud in it Way out Where the stars get you a second-base make out Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out Then the second you leave in that 150 You wonder why you'd ever want a way out Why would I ever want a way out? There's no place like home When it's my time to go All an ol' boy can hope Is that they lay me down underneath an old white oak Somewhere way out Head it off the highway, straight out Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out Grew up rearview dusting it Halfway cussing it Covered in mud in it Way out Where the stars get you a second-base make out Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out Then the second you leave in that 150 You wonder why you'd ever want a way out Yeah, why would I ever want a way out? Yeah, hmm