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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ray Fulcher
Lead Vocals
Jonathan Singleton
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Fulcher
Songwriter
Ross Copperman
Songwriter
Andrew DeRoberts
Songwriter
Jon Nite
Songwriter
Taylor Delmar Phillips
Songwriter
Michael Ray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Singleton
Producer
James Joseph
Mixing Engineer
Justin Francis
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
There's a two-lane in, no good way out
Of an old dot cotton field, touchdown, Jesus town
With that white board, two-story porch wraparound
Way out
Where granddaddy came back in '38
For a concrete job, a couple bucks at the bank
And found a piece of land on some dark red clay
Way out
Where we get way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
You oughta see that sunset, hear the choir loft sing
Feel that momma's house, mid-June fescue under your feet
Yeah, that greener shade of green
Way out
Kids run through the sprinklers, dream of being Springsteen
Can't help but get into everything
They raise a little too much hell
Spend a few hours in a cell
Daddy comes to the city jail
Makes bail and pays their
Way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
Why would I ever want a way out?
There's no place like home
When it's my time to go
All an ol' boy can hope
Is that they lay me down underneath an old white oak
Somewhere way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
Yeah, why would I ever want a way out?
Yeah, hmm
Writer(s): Andrew Deroberts, Michael Ray, Jon Mark Nite, Taylor Delmar Phillips, Ross Copperman, Ray Fulcher
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