That backwood town in my rear view,
Was gonna be my whole world,
Till my factory job got shipped to mexico,
An' my farm boy chased a city girl.

I used to know everybody by name,
But everybody's moved away.
Can't say that i'm really wantin' to go,
But i've run out of reasons to stay.

This ain't nothin' like what i had in mind for me.
But then again, the future ain't what it used to be.

I thought, like my mom and her momma before,
That i would die where i was born.
Live a small town dream in a big backyard,
Raisin' babies an' corn.

Now here i am, one i amu row,
Tryin' the read the map on the dash.
Nowhere close to makin' up my mind,
With a fork in the road comin' fast.

This ain't nothin' like what i had in mind for me.
But then again, the future ain't what it used to be.

No, this ain't nothin' like what i had in mind for me.
But then again, the future, now, ain't what it used to be.

That backwood town in my rear view,
Was gonna be my whole world.