Oh country roads swerving
Singing along to the roustabouts
I'll never forget where I came from
Misdirected youth passionately devout 
To the city I hold dearly
But everyone talks [bad word] about
And I hear talks about leaving 
Me, I never wanted out
I'd rather stay and make something out of this town
We'll write our names in gasoline and burn them into the world
Never thinking about what we would [bad word] We were young impressionable kids
Didn't know any better, didn't know any better than this
And our dreams they were our future
And as far as I can see we'll be whatever we choose to be
We'll shake our fists at the morning sun
Singing "glory glory hallelujah!"
And I would give anything to feel the way I did back then
And I hear talks about leaving 
But I never wanted out
I'd rather stay and make something out of this town
We'll write our names in gasoline and burn them into the world
Never thinking about what we would [bad word] We were young impressionable kids
Didn't know any better, didn't know any better than this
And our dreams they were our future
And as far as I can see we'll be whatever we choose to be
We'll be whatever we choose to be