Church Pew or Barstool
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 two means of salvation
around here that seem to work
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival
*chorus*
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
*chorus*
Here it sometimes feels just like this
world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival
*chorus*
Yeah I need to get out, of this church pew or bar stool kind of town
yeah yeah
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