Paper Town
Steal chairs, banners, blowin' in the July breeze
Poster on a telephone pole, some rock 'n' roll wannabes
And parking behind that billboard sign that says
"Jesus is comin' back soon"
There's a cop with some tickets
And a pen that's just itchin' to bleed out a whole lot of blue
This paper town ain't cut out for you and me
Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green
And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
If you dance on the fender, a little bit of chrome, and the rust
There's a whole lot of world in the windshield just waitin' on us
Don't it get old always bein' told where to go and what to do?
Yeah, that population sign will be just fine if we minus two
'Cause this paper town ain't cut out for you and me
Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green
And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
Yeah, this old paper town
Heads California, tails New York City
Caught in the air and kiss me...
And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
Yeah, this old paper town
Poster on a telephone pole, some rock 'n' roll wannabes
And parking behind that billboard sign that says
"Jesus is comin' back soon"
There's a cop with some tickets
And a pen that's just itchin' to bleed out a whole lot of blue
This paper town ain't cut out for you and me
Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green
And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
If you dance on the fender, a little bit of chrome, and the rust
There's a whole lot of world in the windshield just waitin' on us
Don't it get old always bein' told where to go and what to do?
Yeah, that population sign will be just fine if we minus two
'Cause this paper town ain't cut out for you and me
Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green
And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
Yeah, this old paper town
Heads California, tails New York City
Caught in the air and kiss me...
And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
Yeah, this old paper town
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Writer(s): Monty Criswell, Phil O'donnell, Tucker Beathard
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