that's all you'll ever do
In this little town where I come from
Ain't got much time for no fun
Unless you roll it up in paper, lord
Or drink it down like beer or moonshine
But you can retire early if you
To a six by three box made of pine
And that neon right there beyond
Made me feel much warmer than
And the older I get, Lord,
the more that I see I will never be alone
Long as that neon stays on,
I've always got a place to call home
I'm a long way from temple hill
About halfway down to Georgia
I gotta be in Atlanta by five
And the same ghost I left at home
Followed me down here to Dixie
Cause when that feeling comes over me
It's hard to turn it down,
there's a thirst I can feel in my bones
And the troubles I ran from met me
And that neon right there beyond
Made me feel much warmer than
And the older I get, Lord,
the more that I see I will never be alone
Long as that neon stays on,
I've always got a place to call home
