| My old man’s word, it never really hurt |
| Then it hit me like stone, it was too late |
| A young girl’s heart, nearly tore it apart |
| So easy to walk, out of this place |
| Well I’ve seen them come and go and headed on down the line |
| We keep on changin' home 'cause were givin' them our mind |
| We’ll always turn around on that county line |
| Runnin' in place, I can’t even taste |
| The whiskey I drank with this |
| This, is like a rich man’s cocaine |
| I just need a train, to get me out of this place |
| 'Cause I’ve seen them come and go and headed on down the line |
| What I’d give to be Georgia bound, ridin' old number 9 |
| Always turn around on that county line |
| Maybe it was that house I was raised in and the pleasure of 93 |
| Maybe it’s all of my blood on the ground, I’d give anything to see |
| But I always turn around on that county line |