Not a whole lot going on, a small town Friday night Revving up at a red light, on your mark get set go Past a mom and pop restaurant Same four trucks parked out front I guess you gotta make your own fun When you're stuck in a place this slow There's only tow means of salvation Around here that seem to work Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don't want to fall in, the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kind of town I'm like that AM station, that never comes in right Till you pass the city limit sign, that's the only time it All gets clear Well it's crystal clear that I, just need to find A place where there is no lines And nothing like it is around here Someplace where it don't feel like this World revolves around Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don't want to fall in, the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kind of town Here it sometiems feels just like this World revolves around Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don't want to fall in, the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kind of town Yeah I need to get out, of this church pew Or bar stool kind of town Yeah, yeah.

I kinda went off the rails tonight I went and got on the whiskey I bought me a last call ticket to ride Just to see where it gets me Might wind up smokin' in a parking lot Burnin' away the last chance I got Comin' home, sorry, ain't gonna be enough If I keep goin', I'm gonna wake up Hungover in a hotel Layin' there wishin' like hell That I would've passed on the last one Instead of stayin' out all night long There ain't a worse feelin' than findin' yourself I hungover in a hotel I hungover in a hotel Yeah, you'd think I learned by now When I've hit my limit Knowin' when to push that bottle away Instead of divin' back in it No, I don't wanna do her that way again God knows how many times I've been Hungover in a hotel Layin' there wishin' like hell That I would've passed on the last one Instead of stayin' out all night long There ain't a worse feelin' than findin' yourself I hungover in a hotel room around high noon Wakin' up on a bed without you in it Yeah Hungover in a hotel Layin' there wishin' like hell That I would've passed on the last one Instead of stayin' out all night long There ain't a worse feelin' than findin' yourself I hungover in a hotel I hungover in a hotel Hungover in a hotel

Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, might of took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I've left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, you're promised misery Oh when you're movin' around from town to town Roll ooh roll Made lots of money just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm goin' I don't know - oh - oh Roll-oh gypsy roll

Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll My brother, you ought to been there Yes, my Lord A sitting in the kingdom To see ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll My mother, you ought to been there Yes, my Lord A sitting in the kingdom To see ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To see ol' Jordan roll