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