300 Miles

Laid up in Glasgow, it's not a likely thing Them boys from Kentucky, they sure can drink Bluegrass and bourbon, yeah, the bottle got me hurting Been tryna slow down, doesn't seem to be working Light a cigarette and the night's just begun If I play this song right, would you let me bum one? If I buy another round, would you tell me what you're thinkin'? Them boys from Kentucky, they sure been drinkin' And I'm three-hundred miles from you I pray that I make it home soon, baby Man on the run, just a-looking for fun From the Mississippi river to the California sun, hey Come on Them evergreen trees make it hard to breathe I ain't talking elevation, I'm talking 'bout weed The Subaru yuppies and the little hippie honeys Breathe in too deep, got you feeling kind of funny And I'm three-hundred feet from losing my mind Man on the moon, Rocky Mountain high Man on the run, just a-looking for fun From peach tree Georgia all the way to Canada, hey Headed back across country, we're over Tennessee Gotta check my mama so she can see That her boy might be dancing to the beat of his own drum But he won't ever forget where he's coming from And I'm ten more steps from my front door Being out on the road makes me love this place more Man on the run, just a-looking for fun From the Mississippi river to the California sun Man on the run, just a-shooting out their gun From peach tree Georgia all the way to Canada (hey)