On The Fence
The answer was the same almost every time
Just me and the boys tryin' to take a ride
North on Western with the windows down
Never thought more than a day from now
Whatcha gonna do when you graduate?
You got small town fever gotta make a break?
We'll turn our heads and watch them go
Sittin' on the fence like an hour ago
Five buck an hour is a hell of a lot
When cigarettes and gas are the only bills ya got
The blonde haired beauties and the football games
Kept us chewin' our lips and sittin' on the fence
Whatcha gonna do when you graduate?
You got small town fever gotta make a break?
We'll turn our heads and watch them go
Sittin' on the fence like an hour ago
Lieutenant to major in a few short years
Just get on the bus and sign right here
Or a four year degree and a student loan
Shaking my head I think I'll stay back home
Whatcha gonna do when you graduate?
You got small town fever gotta make a break?
We'll turn our heads and watch them go
Sittin' on the fence like an hour ago
Ahhh Ahhhh
Ahhh Ahhhh
Ahhh Ahhhh
Ahhh Ahhhh
Maybe one day I'll go off to war
Or quit my job at the convince store
Blowing smoke I watch it float away
I'll save that thought for another day
While I'm sittin on the fence
Just me and the boys tryin' to take a ride
North on Western with the windows down
Never thought more than a day from now
Whatcha gonna do when you graduate?
You got small town fever gotta make a break?
We'll turn our heads and watch them go
Sittin' on the fence like an hour ago
Five buck an hour is a hell of a lot
When cigarettes and gas are the only bills ya got
The blonde haired beauties and the football games
Kept us chewin' our lips and sittin' on the fence
Whatcha gonna do when you graduate?
You got small town fever gotta make a break?
We'll turn our heads and watch them go
Sittin' on the fence like an hour ago
Lieutenant to major in a few short years
Just get on the bus and sign right here
Or a four year degree and a student loan
Shaking my head I think I'll stay back home
Whatcha gonna do when you graduate?
You got small town fever gotta make a break?
We'll turn our heads and watch them go
Sittin' on the fence like an hour ago
Ahhh Ahhhh
Ahhh Ahhhh
Ahhh Ahhhh
Ahhh Ahhhh
Maybe one day I'll go off to war
Or quit my job at the convince store
Blowing smoke I watch it float away
I'll save that thought for another day
While I'm sittin on the fence
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Youngblood
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