There's a woman counting quarters at the table There's a gentleman taking tickets at the door And I'm slipping out tonight Cuz the moon is yellow bright And I'm afraid that I don't love her anymore I heard a song come on a speaker It said something 'bout slipping out the back Or making a new plan n' some guy named Stan Well I said "Thank you Paul for keeping me on my track" I wish it was 1930 at the old Kentucky derby And I was riding White Lightning off the bluff Cuz I need a racehorse and some old rusty spurs Cuz I can't get away from her fast enough There's a woman rolling nickels on the counter There's a man chopping wood outside the door She said, "Every room is sold" So I slept out in the cold And it occurred to me I'd never slept better before I found a perfect dirty bar room Full of liars, cheats and losers all around I said " Gentlemen hold your pistols I'm just here to wet my whistle And forget that woman I left back in town" I wish it was 1930 at the old Kentucky derby And I was riding White Lightning off the bluff Cuz I need a racehorse and some old rusty spurs Cuz I can't get away from her fast enough You ever tell yourself a lie so many times That you convince yourself that it's true Well I don't regret a single thing in my life But I curse the day that I ran into you I wish it was 1930 at the old Kentucky derby And I was riding White Lightning real rough Cuz I need a racehorse and some old rusty spurs Cuz I can't get away from her fast enough I just can't get away from her fast enough I just can't get away from her fast enough