I work at the fillin' station on the interstate.
Pumpin' gasoline and countin' out of state plates.
They ask me how far into Memphis girl, and where's the nearest beer.
And they don't even know that there's a town around here.
Someday I'm finally gonna let go.
'Cause I know there's a better way.
And I wanna know what's over that rainbow.
I'm gonna get out of here someday.
Now my brother went to college cause he played football.
I'm still hangin' round cause I'm a little bit small.
I got me a 67 Chevy, she's low and sleek and black.
Someday I'll put her on the interstate and never look back.