Yeah
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all day
Wake up early work a nine-to-five job I hate
Tryna pay my credit cards and my rent is late
Okay
I pick a 6-string, in my truck singin' Bruce Springsteen
Same pair dirty boots same pair of ripped jeans
It's me, ain't changed a bit since I was sixteen
Told y'all I'm a small town kid but I got big dreams
Wakin' up this early every mornin' got me in a mood
Please don't talk to me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue
Yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy Wavey Davey's back he's breakin' all the rules, kid
Swimmin' in the creek just like it was a pool kid
Up at Go Mart pumpin' diesel fuel, kid
Still standin' like an old barstool kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't form the Chi, man, I'm from the hills deep in Appalachia
Where they die takin' all them pills, man, it's a disaster
Every time like this can't be real, he just got his masters
He was fine 'til his cousin Bill found him on a mattress
It's an everyday story, it ain't nothin' new
Round here, it's pretty borin', there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch with you
Grow up, work a job for thirty years, and have 'em take your pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, "P'diddle"
Back when Walter white was raisin' Malcolm in the middle
Somethings missin' here I think we need to add a fiddle
In the Appalachian Valley, off of Highway 79
Somewhere down a two-lane road is where I lost my mind
Ayy
Country singer? Country rapper? I don't care 'bout labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talkin' waitin' tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find somethin' stable
Lord I pray in Jesus name protect them send 'em all your angels
It's a wicked world we livin' in I'm tryna stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the star and the stripes
Need a three-piece tender, Diet Coke with some fries
Honey mustard on the side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all day
Wake up early work a nine-to-five job I hate
Tryna pay my credit cards and my rent is late
David Morris - Bored In The USA Lyrics
David Morris - Bored In The USA Lyrics
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Yeah
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all day
Wake up early work a nine-to-five job I hate
Tryna pay my credit cards and my rent is late
Okay
I pick a 6-string, in my truck singin' Bruce Springsteen
Same pair dirty boots same pair of ripped jeans
It's me, ain't changed a bit since I was sixteen
Told y'all I'm a small town kid but I got big dreams
Wakin' up this early every mornin' got me in a mood
Please don't talk to me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue
Yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy Wavey Davey's back he's breakin' all the rules, kid
Swimmin' in the creek just like it was a pool kid
Up at Go Mart pumpin' diesel fuel, kid
Still standin' like an old barstool kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't form the Chi, man, I'm from the hills deep in Appalachia
Where they die takin' all them pills, man, it's a disaster
Every time like this can't be real, he just got his masters
He was fine 'til his cousin Bill found him on a mattress
It's an everyday story, it ain't nothin' new
Round here, it's pretty borin', there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch with you
Grow up, work a job for thirty years, and have 'em take your pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, "P'diddle"
Back when Walter white was raisin' Malcolm in the middle
Somethings missin' here I think we need to add a fiddle
In the Appalachian Valley, off of Highway 79
Somewhere down a two-lane road is where I lost my mind
Ayy
Country singer? Country rapper? I don't care 'bout labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talkin' waitin' tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find somethin' stable
Lord I pray in Jesus name protect them send 'em all your angels
It's a wicked world we livin' in I'm tryna stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the star and the stripes
Need a three-piece tender, Diet Coke with some fries
Honey mustard on the side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all day
Wake up early work a nine-to-five job I hate
Tryna pay my credit cards and my rent is late
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all day
Wake up early work a nine-to-five job I hate
Tryna pay my credit cards and my rent is late
Okay
I pick a 6-string, in my truck singin' Bruce Springsteen
Same pair dirty boots same pair of ripped jeans
It's me, ain't changed a bit since I was sixteen
Told y'all I'm a small town kid but I got big dreams
Wakin' up this early every mornin' got me in a mood
Please don't talk to me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue
Yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy Wavey Davey's back he's breakin' all the rules, kid
Swimmin' in the creek just like it was a pool kid
Up at Go Mart pumpin' diesel fuel, kid
Still standin' like an old barstool kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't form the Chi, man, I'm from the hills deep in Appalachia
Where they die takin' all them pills, man, it's a disaster
Every time like this can't be real, he just got his masters
He was fine 'til his cousin Bill found him on a mattress
It's an everyday story, it ain't nothin' new
Round here, it's pretty borin', there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch with you
Grow up, work a job for thirty years, and have 'em take your pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, "P'diddle"
Back when Walter white was raisin' Malcolm in the middle
Somethings missin' here I think we need to add a fiddle
In the Appalachian Valley, off of Highway 79
Somewhere down a two-lane road is where I lost my mind
Ayy
Country singer? Country rapper? I don't care 'bout labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talkin' waitin' tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find somethin' stable
Lord I pray in Jesus name protect them send 'em all your angels
It's a wicked world we livin' in I'm tryna stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the star and the stripes
Need a three-piece tender, Diet Coke with some fries
Honey mustard on the side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all day
Wake up early work a nine-to-five job I hate
Tryna pay my credit cards and my rent is late
Writer: Brandon Manley, David Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC