An old man's words, that I'd never really heard
They hit me like stone, it was too late
And a young girl's heart, nearly tore it apart
So easy to walk, out of this place

Well, I've seen 'em come and go and headed on down the line
We keep on changin' home 'cause we're givin' them our pine
But I always turn around on that county line

Runnin' in place and I can't even taste
The whiskey I drank with this week's pay
This prison of pain, is like a rich man's cocaine
And I just need a train, to get me out of this place

'Cause I've seen 'em come and go and headed on down the line
What I'd give to be Georgia bound, ridin' old number 9
But I always turn around on that county line

Maybe it was that house I was raised in and the blizzard of '93
Maybe it's all of my blood in the ground, I'd give anything to see
But I always turn around on that county line

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Writer(s): Riley Green