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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Gibson
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