D   Em   D   Em

                D                    Em
Not a whole lot goin' on, small town Friday night
               G                                   D
Revin' up at a red light on your mark, get set, go
                                                           Em
Passin' mom and pop restaurants, seein' four trucks parked out front
                          G                                         D
Guess you gotta make your own fun when you're stuck in a place this slow
        A                      Bm            G                      D
There's only two means of sal vation around here that seem to work
G                                             A
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival

[Chorus]
         D                        Bm   A           Em
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
      G
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
     D     Bm   A         D    Em A
Will never come true if I wind up stayin'
      D                     Bm  A    F#m
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
Em                              F#m      G
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
              Em             G             A              D
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town

[Inst]  
Em   F#m   Em

                   D                           Em
I'm like that A.M. station that never comes in right
                       G                                           D
Till you pass the city limit sign that's the only time it all gets clear
                               Em
It's crystal clear that I just need to find
                      G                                  D
A place where this is no lines nothin' like it is around here
A                  Bm                   G                     D
Someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around
G                                             A
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival

[Repeat Chorus]

[Inst] 
Em   G   D  

A                 Bm                   G                     D
Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around
G                                             A
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival

         D                        Bm   A           Em
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
      G
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
     D     Bm   A         D    Em A
Will never come true if I wind up stayin'
      D                     Bm  A    F#m
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
Em                              F#m      G
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
              Em             G             A              Bm
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town

              Em  F#m            G      A              D
I need to get out of this church pew or barstool kinda town