I've been working like a dog and I ain't talking nine to five.
Brick in my back for a buck, barely getting by.
So it's time I lose the working man blues and forget the day to day
And have myself a weekend getaway
I'm going way out there,
yeah,
way out there no one can get to me
Way down south of sober, past the edge of sanity
I'm gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid
Yeah,
tonight I'm going off the grid
Got half a wick of wood and a fire pit right out back
Old Hank and George and Merle and Jim and Jack
A moonlight guitar,
a couple chords and a pile of hurting songs
I might sing out a key but I'll sure sing along
I'm going way out there,
yeah,
way out there no one can get to me
Way down south of sober, past the edge of sanity
I'm gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid
Yeah, tonight I'm going
off the grid
I'm going way out there,
yeah,
way out there no one can get to me
Way down south of sober, past the edge of sanity
I'm gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid
Yeah, tonight I'm going
off the grid Yeah, tonight I'm going
off the grid
I'm gone