I was born and raised in Polo, South Dakota
I suppose it’s a nice little town
If you like nice little towns
But I don’t

Everybody knows your name here
At the school, the church, the bar
They’ve known who you are
Since before you were born

I’m gonna get away
I’m gonna get away
Yeah, watch me

Walking down the street in Polo, South Dakota
It’s like being on TV
Everybody wants to see – “What’s she wearing, where’s she going,
“Who does she think she is?”

Yeah, who do you think you are?
It doesn’t matter anyway
They have had their day and you will stay
As they say you are, forevermore

I’m gonna get away
I’m gonna get away
Yeah, watch me

I’ve got cousins up in Bismarck
I’ve got a friend in Denver
I went to Las Vegas once
Once I met a guy from Albuquerque

The sun cracks my hands wide open
The wind blows the prairie dust in
It don’t matter how much I wash them
My fingerprints are full of South Dakota
It don’t matter how far I run
It will always be under my skin

I’m gonna get away
I’m gonna get away
I’m gonna get away
Yeah, watch me