Grass looked greener on the other side illuminated by city lights.
So I swore my dreams were just a drive from the BGP down 65.
Oh at twenty-two you feel alive, like you can take the world and cheat time.
Well, my father said its gonna be a climb, but if you gonna do it boy then do it right.
So I put Dylan on repeat, and I watched mountains grow while his skyline drew me in to
Telecasters and taxidermy livin',
Where streets of gold are crowded with cowboy boots and talent.
Telecasters and taxidermy livin',
No, I never imagined I'd be singin' songs about it.
Coffee shops and cowrites while your neighbors makin' headlines.
Songs by day and songs by night, while you get used to gettin' by.
Yeah, you learn this life's an improvise, ain't no cuttin' on a dotted line.
With your are stretched out you're walkin' blind hopin' to trip on paradise.
I cut my teeth on Rock N' Roll, but then I traded it in for...
Telecasters and taxidermy livin',
Where streets of gold are crowded with cowboy boots and talent.
Telecasters and taxidermy livin',
No, I never imagined I'd be singin' songs about it.
It feels so long ago, that kid behind the microphone.
But I called, called it home, where rhyme meets a train beat,
Where dreams get a heartbeat, and it beats on.
Telecasters and taxidermy livin',
Where streets of gold are crowded with cowboy boots and talent.
Telecasters and taxidermy livin',
No, I never imagined I'd be singin' songs about it.