Bayker Blankenship - 300 Miles Lyrics

Laid up in Glasgow, it's not a likely thing
Them boys from Kentucky, they sure can drink
Bluegrass and bourbon, yeah, the bottle got me hurting
Been tryna slow down, doesn't seem to be working

Light a cigarette and the night's just begun
If I play this song right, would you let me bum one?
If I buy another round, would you tell me what you're thinkin'?
Them boys from Kentucky, they sure been drinkin'

And I'm three-hundred miles from you
I pray that I make it home soon, baby
Man on the run, just a-looking for fun
From the Mississippi river to the California sun, hey
Come on

Them evergreen trees make it hard to breathe
I ain't talking elevation, I'm talking 'bout weed
The Subaru yuppies and the little hippie honeys
Breathe in too deep, got you feeling kind of funny

And I'm three-hundred feet from losing my mind
Man on the moon, Rocky Mountain high
Man on the run, just a-looking for fun
From peach tree Georgia all the way to Canada, hey

Headed back across country, we're over Tennessee
Gotta check my mama so she can see
That her boy might be dancing to the beat of his own drum
But he won't ever forget where he's coming from

And I'm ten more steps from my front door
Being out on the road makes me love this place more
Man on the run, just a-looking for fun
From the Mississippi river to the California sun
Man on the run, just a-shooting out their gun
From peach tree Georgia all the way to Canada (hey)