Weeds blow tall on a broken train track [bad word] B. draws, we're fixin' to get high
Maybe we'll hit the bluffs
And find ourselves the same [bad word] 

But everybody says this place is beautiful
And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye
But everything's the same, this town is pitiful
And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly

Life goes by on a Talihina sky
The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble
The knocked up girls, well, they've all got their share [bad word] seems out of her mind, swears she won't give in this time