Текст песни New Stanton Callin' - Jared Morris

Take that ticket to new Stanton
Tell em where to stick it, the ransom that they gave you was
For a big job in a brand new city
Here's a story 'bout dancin' around getting stuck or breaking free
I've got a little rabbit in my pocket
His name is Michael and He works for the weekly newspaper
I've got an alibi
She standin' on the platform in Charlotte Waiving goodbye

She said I was givin' her the business
It's a business and you don't wanna get in it
Didn't you hear it's is so old fashioned!
They got lots of news toys
To ignite the passions of the midnight cowboys

There used to be a preacher down in Whaleyville
Who was on the wrong side of the law
If you Take stock, man, of what the Lord done to me...
There's proof that any man can change

He said that you had some money left on your contract
Couldn't you give me a loan when you leave for the city

You never thought you'd be a parent
It's apparent You leaving this place as soon as you were told
You're rubble when they hit the road
Gotta make a dollar before this whole place is sold

Take the last train out of here
There ain't a lotta carts left on the rack
I can't tell you, true, to watch out - that I'm never coming back
If it don't work out, I'll see you on the wrong side of the track