[Verse 1]
I’m a red-clay product of a two-lane line
Keeping sixteen years in the back of my mind
Yeah, the dust on the dash is a story told
In a world that’s trading silver for gold
But I’m still the kid with the grease on his thumb
Hearing "The Way I Talk" on a Friday drum
I don’t need the lights to find my way
I’m a midnight shadow in a bright blue day
[Chorus]
I’m a neon-light city with a gravel-road soul
A little bit of "out-of" but I’m still "in-control"
Yeah, I’m checking in at five but I’m checking out at ten
Doing what I do 'til I do it all again
Got a Virgina accent and a Nashville name
But the man in the mirror is looking the same
It’s a wide-open field in a high-rise world
A front-porch flag that’s staying unfurled
I’m a small-town heart in a big-time game
And I ain't changing 'til they forget the name
Yeah, I’m keeping that red-dirt, backroad line
Living in a small-town state of mind
[Verse 2]
They say the big lights change a man's heart
But they haven't seen the way I've stayed from the start
I’m still the same old Chevy in a brand new lane
Just a Mississippi boy with a different kind of fame
[Chorus]
I’m a neon-light city with a gravel-road soul
A little bit of "out-of" but I’m still "in-control"
Yeah, I’m checking in at five but I’m checking out at ten
Doing what I do 'til I do it all again
Got a Virgina accent and a Nashville name
But the man in the mirror is looking the same
It’s a wide-open field in a high-rise world
A front-porch flag that’s staying unfurled
I’m a small-town heart in a big-time game
And I ain't changing 'til they forget the name
Yeah, I’m keeping that red-dirt, backroad line
Living in a small-town state of mind...
[Bridge]
You can take the boy out of the pines and the red clay
But you can’t take the home out of the man, no way
It’s a heart-shaped anchor that keeps me in line
[Chorus]
I’m a neon-light city with a gravel-road soul
A little bit of "out-of" but I’m still "in-control"
Yeah, I’m checking in at five but I’m checking out at ten
Doing what I do 'til I do it all again
Got a Virginia accent and a Nashville name
But the man in the mirror is looking the same
It’s a wide-open field in a high-rise world
A front-porch flag that’s staying unfurled
I’m a small-town heart in a big-time game
And I ain't changing 'til they forget the name
Yeah, I’m keeping that red-dirt, backroad line
Living in a small-town state of mind...
Yeah, I’m always in a small-town state of mind