Bonne Chance, Asshole

This town is a dirty, dirty town Makes the back of my knees sweat Pulls the drawl out of my mouth Why you wanna leave for so long? Well, in case you change your mind We ought to grab our bikes and ride Tobacco Road We are lonely when we wake up We are idling at best At night we drug ourselves to sleep And dream of all the things we would miss Had we the good sense to leave this town But we don't Oh, in case we change our minds We ought to grab our bikes and ride Tobacco Road This town is a dirty, dirty town Makes the back of my knees sweat Pulls the drawl out of my mouth Why you wanna leave for so long? Oh, in case you change your mind We ought to grab our bikes and ride Tobacco Road