Well, the small town blues, is taking it's toll

I feel like it's getting me down

Five or six people, show up to our show

The same old folks hang around

Well, back porch picking, don't cut it, no more

We need something else in our sound

I'm way too fucked up to drive

See big name bands, sold-out shows

I'm hoping that I come along

Have all of the money, the glory and fame

My fans' biggest hero of all

I haven't been home, in three or four days

Been out on the road with my band

And everybody asks me, if I'm doing okay

And I just tell 'em where I've been

Oh, if you could take me home, that'd be just fine

But I'm way too fucked up to drive