I packed it all on a whim Threw an old Hank cassette tape dad's '84 rusty Ford. Swore we'd never make it I quit my job, let my momma down Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town I pulled my roots from the ground for The hum of wheels on the blacktop The strum of strings on the flattop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer Tells you everythin' you have is worth losin' Damn country music Damn country music You might get lost in the lights The things that keep you up all night Like whiskey straight, at 3 AM chasin' songs in your head It's the highest highs, the lowest lows It's needin' "yes" but hearin' "no" Just another sold soul, believe me, I know it's The hum of wheels on the blacktop The strum of strings on the flattop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer Tells you everythin' you have is worth losin' Damn country music Damn country music And when the money, and the fame And the lights on your name they'll all fade away You'll still be a slave to The hum of wheels on the blacktop The strum of strings on the flattop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer Tells you everythin' you have is worth losin' Damn country music Damn country music Damn you, country music