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It's like a high-rise wrecking ball came right out of nowhere and just hit me
It don't matter where I stand, I can't see the stars inside of this city
Held up in this traffic jam and wasting all this time
When I could be holed up somewhere with a large-mouth on my line
That's when I know it's time
To get on down to Durham Road, put on a little George Strait
Out there past the cornrows where a GPS don't locate
An old name county out of BFE that keeps me coming back
But sometimes all that I need is to get on off, get on off the map
Been a while since I cleared the traffic
Pulled around and lost count of how many
And drove around just to find out that the four-wheel drive still works in my Chevy
So I'm headed to the only place where I know how to turn the whole world off
To get on down to Durham Road, put on a little George Strait
Out there past the cornrows where a GPS don't locate
An old name county out of BFE that keeps me coming back
But sometimes all that I need is to get on off, get on off the map
Yeah, gotta get on, get on off the map
It's like a high-rise wrecking ball came right out of nowhere and just hit me
Yeah, hit me
To get on down to Durham Road, put on a little George Strait
Out there past the cornrows where a GPS don't locate
An old name county out of BFE that keeps me coming back
But sometimes all that I need is to get on off, get on off the map
Yeah, gotta get on, get on off the map
Gotta get on, get on off the map