Hit the Road

Leave the backdoor open, I don't when I'll be home
I got an itch that's due for scratchin' and full fresh bag of blow
I got friends that'll tell me anything, but what I need to know
I don't pay for drinks in this town, 'cause I've tended [?]

Oh, yeah let's [?]
I gotta clean my dirty mind
I wanna breath in air that's sharp enough
To cut the cord and chime from me
And break away from all this fake

And the petty pantomime
I gotta get my ass to Tennessee
So I can leave my self behind
Cause if I stay here I'll keep drowinig

And I feel it in my bones
But no one wants to tell me so
It has been ten years in counting

And everybody knows
But no one wants to tell me so
I gotta hit the road

I was once a young innoncent