Abilene

I hit the road and I'll never go back to Abilene.

I'll admit, that's no surprise

To anybody who grew up with me

And the souped up cars and the red dirt yards

Across from the church of the Nazarene

So set me on the road and I'll never go back to Abilene.

There was no place for a kid like me

Small and shy and full of dreams

Had no part in its crosstown rivalry

Or the country club folks and pretend cowpokes

In a world so drab and dry and mean