There's trouble where I'm goin', but I'm gonna go there anyway
I hate Sunday mornin's cause they always seem to start this way
I'm lookin' for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes
Guess I picked me up a habit on my way out of Lafayette
Eastbound and down, I turn it up cause thats sure how I feel
My mind is racin' through the pines, My hands are shaky on the stirrin' wheel
I'm goin' north on 59, but I know good and well I'm headin' south
Cause me and Birmin'ham don't have a history of workin' out
What I lost in Louisiana, I found back in Alabama, But nobody ever taught me how to stay
It ain't love that I'm chasin', But I'm runnin' just in case
I ain't unpacked my suitcase since the day that I turned 21
It has been a long ten years since then, It's gettin' kind of cumbersome
The first one, and the last one, and the one thats got my name in ink
The smoker, and the fighter, and the one in every song I sin'
What I lost in Lubbock Texas, I look for in all the rest, But I guess no one ever taught me how to stay
It ain't love that I'm chasin', But I'm runnin' just in case
I carry them around with me, I don't mind havin' scars
Happiness ain't prison, but there's freedom in a broken heart
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