Gas light blinking twenty miles ago Quarter tank, nowhere to go Your last words sitting on my phone I ain't played 'em, left 'em alone Motel receipt in the passenger seat Your handwriting underneath: “Don't come home unless you mean it” So I hit the gas and kept on leaving There's a devil at the county line Knows my face, knows my name Knows every road I disappear down When I'm looking for someone to blame I can turn this truck around I can cross that line But the devil at the county line Looks a whole lot like mine Dashboard glowing cherry red Bad ideas running through my head I know the bar, I know the door I know exactly what they're waiting for I know the words that start a fire Know the match, know the wire Funny how a man gets good At doing everything he shouldn't There's a devil at the county line Knows my face, knows my name Knows every road I disappear down When I'm looking for someone to blame I can turn this truck around I can cross that line But the devil at the county line Looks a whole lot like mine No preacher No judge No one left to fool Just a man in a windshield Breaking his own rules Pulled off by a closed-down diner Neon dead, sky getting lighter Killed the motor, heard it tick Sat there long enough to admit Every town ain't out to get me Every woman didn't leave Somewhere between that line and morning I ran out of lies to believe There's a devil at the county line Knows my face, knows my name But I ain't taking his old road Just to make the same mistake Let the engine turn around Let the sunrise find That devil standing by himself At the county line County line!
