Neon

Work until you die, that's all you'll ever do

In this little town where I come from

Ain't got no option, do what you gotta do

Ain't got much time for no fun

Unless you roll it up in paper, lord

Or snort it up your nose

Or drink it down like beer or moonshine

But you can retire early if you have enough fun

To a six by three box made of pine

And that neon right there beyond my barstool

Made me feel much warmer than you ever did at home

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

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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

Makes me wonder how I'm even still alive

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 right there at the door

Makes me feel like I'm right back at home

And that neon right there beyond my barstool

Made me feel much warmer than you ever did at home

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