There ain’t much to do in a dead end town, ‘cept startin’ dyin’, There ain’t no future for the hopeful here, Just a sorry tale of tears and lyin’, I’m gonna’ get myself to the bus stop, Get a last glass of iced tea from the Grind. An’ watch the hobo’s down on Main Street, An’ hope the bus to NOLA comes on time. I’m leavin’ here for NOLA, Sayin’ bye to all I know, I’ve lived here since I was a baby, But tell my Mama I had ta’ go. If I’m gonna’ have a life outside, An’ not die when I’m twenty-one, I’m leavin’ here for Nola, I’m outta’ here, time to run. Hathian has put me through the wringer, An’ I’m still just a kid, It eats up all the good inside, An’ when this city cuts ya’, ya’ bleed and bleed. I’m waitin’ for the Greyhound, Prayin’ for my family I’m leavin’ behind, But then the cruiser pulls up in front of me, An’ the cop says “Miss you can’t leave yet. You ain’t done your time.” I’m leavin’ here for NOLA, Sayin’ bye to all I know, I’ve lived here since I was a baby, But tell my Mama I had ta’ go. If I’m gonna’ have a life outside, An’ not die when I’m twenty-one, I’m leavin’ here for Nola, I’m outta’ here, time to run.
