Church Pew or a Barstool

                                  Not a whole lot goin' on

Small town Friday night

Revin' up at a red light

On your mark, get set, go

Passin' mom and pop restaurants

Seein' 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 two 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 chasin'

Will never come true if I wind up stayin'

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 kinda town



I'm like that AM station

That never comes in right

'Til you pass the city limit sign

That's the only time it all gets clear



It's crystal clear that I

Just need to find

A place where there is no lines

Nothin' 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 chasin'

Will never come true if I wind up stayin'

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 kinda town



Here it sometimes 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 chasin'

Will never come true if I wind up stayin'

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 kinda town



Yeah I need to get out

Of this church pew or bar stool kinda town

Yeah, yeah