Show me where the bible says dreaming's a sin Round here you're supposed to die in the town you're born in If you cheat, if you fight, if you get knocked up Lord, they'll pin you down and never let you back up Someday I wanna leave, we're guys that don't make the paper And a baby doctor ain't the undertaker Well there's more in life than a Budlight and cruising around But this ain't that kind of town That cop'll go at you when you ain't done a thing And pull the bottle from his pocket and have himself a drink Sunday morning catching hell from a finger pointing preacher I bet his Misses don't know about the Sunday school teacher Someday I wanna leave, we're guys that don't make the paper
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