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 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] #33;

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] #33; I'll be [bad word] #33;
I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word] #33;

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] #33; I'll be [bad word] #33; I'll be [bad word] #33;