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Texty: Kenny Chesney. Hemingway's Whiskey. Round And Round.


Some folks livin' in the country can't wait
To get in their pick-up trucks and go to town
There's people living in a penthouse
Dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't smilin'
Don't wanna be on an island anymore

There's a lady locked in a love affair
Wouldn't care if she was single again
There's a lonely soul who's only goal
Is to get that golden ring upon their hand

In the middle of nowhere where there's nobody
Trying to get that fifteen minutes of fame
Some place there's a superstar thinking,
Lord, if I could only change my name

Round and round and round and round we go
Why we can't be satisfied, I don't know
I don't know

There's a young man wishing he could grab the hands of time
And speed 'em up a year or two
There's an old man wishing he could just go back
And stop the clock and hang on to his youth

There's a stoner on the sidewalk
Wishing he could just get straight for a day
There's a man in a suit and tie
Thinking getting high might be a better way

Round and round and round and round we go
Why we can't be satisfied, I don't know
From the day we're born, it seems like it never stops
Why we always wantin' something we ain't got
Oh, we ain't got

Round and round and round and round we go
Why we can't be satisfied, I don't know
Til the day we die, it seems like it never stops
Why we always wantin' something we ain't got
Oh, we ain't got

Round and round and round and round we go [4x]