It's been a long week, I've got a slow leak in my left front tire. 
I'm sick of where I work, my boss is such a jerk, don't care if I get fired. 
My backs about to break, no money in the bank, and she don't call me anymore. 
I'm down to my last ring, it's time to sell my things, 
 [bad word]  
And pack my bags, and never look [bad word] a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. 
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. 
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I'll be [bad word]  

hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin on my [bad word] face. 
With every cigarette, I'm burning my regrets. 
Don't want to leave a trace. 
And from the rear-view, I've got clear view of who I used to be. 
little bit faster now, don't wanna turn around. 

I'm gonna pack my bags, and never look back. [bad word] a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. 
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. 
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight. 
And at the break of day, I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word]  
I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word]  

It's crazy, I know, to count on this road and give me what I need. 
But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me. 
Yeah-e-yeah! 

I'm gonna pack my bags, and never look back. [bad word] a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. 
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. 
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word]