County Line (Going Home)

Right down ahead "At the county line," it read You best be in bed Or they're coming for your bread Smell the sweat and dread Shoot it right through the thread He gotsta keep it moving Or he's gonna lose his head Next night, he ran Said I gotta get out, man Looking for new land Get my toes up in that sand I'm a brand new man With a brand new plan I'm gonna try my hand and I'll stack a couple grand! Going home! He grabbed himself a bed Put a roof above his head Didn't care how he fed He just wanna get ahead The dog, it always shed! His lady turned him red! A house that's full of lead but his own homestead Got a job at bar And he picked up a guitar He dreamt of going far Mommy's little big star Put it all in the jar Get in the ring and spar A cut becomes a scar Do it all without a car Going home! He grabbed a couple g's Slipped it right between his knees He's moving overseas Yeah, he's speaking Portuguese He worked awful hard He wants to go far Off the radar Do it all without a car! So if you understand You can take command You can take a stand To working hand-over-hand You'll be feeling fine No nickel and dimes It's time to unwind When you cross that county line