Fayetteville Lyrics

I been down on the beach for so long

Got scratches all up and down my arms

From rolling in the briar bushes

Saw this girl

We talked for hours

About peppermints and springtime flowers

Everytime I touched her

She wanted to run away

We fell down and rolled in the sand

Until a broken glass cut my hand

Wonder how it could be

Any other way

She stepped off the bus in Fayetteville

Headed straight down to the bar

She came straight out of the great northwest

And told herself that she would have the best

Her final destination was Jacksonville

Or maybe down the Florida keys

She ran out of money in Arkansas

They never let you ride for free

She found an apartment by the college

And got a job on dickson street

Hoping for the best out of the worst

Maybe for some sympathy

She said she give it up for a cold draft beer

For someone attached to a listening ear

Or maybe for the chance

That she gets where she's going