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Jason Aldean

Church Pew Or Barstool

 

Church Pew Or Barstool

(album: My Kinda Party - 2010)


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

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

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

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 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

Yeah I need to get out, of this church pew or bar stool kind of town
Yeah yeah

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