Ever since I was a young boy
I had a wandering soul
I walked and crawled across six state lines
By the time I was eight years old
I landed in some cornfield
They called a town on the grow
So I climbed up on that water tower man
But the city was a no show
And that's when I spied you, but we didn't mind
All night truck stops, drive-ins, dives
We were teenage troubadours, hopping on boxcars
For a hell of a one-way ride
It's just a Waffle House jukebox
My brains are scattered around
But one of these days, you and me, babе
We will spill the wholе bucket
And paint this town
Paint this town
Paint it red and white for Old Glory
Paint it blue for the cops tailing your old man's Ford
Shimmy up them power lines and paint some anarchy signs
'Cause that's what you do when you're 15 years old
We'll paint it yellow for a warning
They'll never take us alive
Now we've given our hearts to this heartbreak city
Where farm kids go to make out or die
It's just a Waffle House jukebox
My brains are scattered around
But one of these days, you and me, babe
We're gonna spill the whole bucket
And paint this town
Paint this town
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Now the train don't stop like it used to
Interstate missed by more than a mile
Still all these trailer park kids there
Grow up thinking this is a place they will survive
And you and me, babe, we faded away
Like the yearbook page foretold
Now all I got left is the dirt under my fingernails
From when we went digging for gold
It's just a Waffle House jukebox
Bright lights spinning 'round
But one of these days they just might light your way
Make you spill the whole damn bucket
And paint this town
Paint this town
Paint this town