Texty: Des Ark. Bonne Chance, Asshole.

This town is a dirty, dirty town
Makes the back of my knees sweat
Pulls the drawl out of my mouth
Why you wanna leave for so long?
Well, in case you change your mind
We ought to grab our bikes and ride
Tobacco Road

We are lonely when we wake up
We are idling at best
At night we drug ourselves to sleep
And dream of all the things we would miss
Had we the good sense to leave this town
But we don't
Oh, in case we change our minds
We ought to grab our bikes and ride
Tobacco Road

This town is a dirty, dirty town
Makes the back of my knees sweat
Pulls the drawl out of my mouth
Why you wanna leave for so long?
Oh, in case you change your mind
We ought to grab our bikes and ride
Tobacco Road