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Iâm leavinâ Stephenville; Iâm packed up and Iâm ready
Checking out of my hotel, and Iâm always in a hurry
To get home at the end of a long weekend
When I hit that interstate Iâm south bound, boys, and truckinâ
Tell them girls theyâll have to wait; they should know itâs all or nothinâ
When youâre living on the road, thereâs always a few you know
That never leave
But itâs Sunday afternoon
As I pass the city limits sign
Gotta get home soon,
So until next time
Iâm leavinâ Stephenville, and Iâm headed one direction
But weâll never make it there on this single tank unless
I fill it up once again and I pray that the wind stays at my back
Iâm leavinâ Stephenville and Iâm headed straight to Austin
After twelve days on the run I just canât wait to get lost
In my own bed, my own sheets, man, I havenât gotten sleep in so long
But itâs Sunday afternoon
As I trace that old white line
Gotta get home soon,
So until next time
Iâm leavinâ Stephenville
Iâm leavinâ Stephenville
Oh, Iâll be back, but until then,
Iâm leavinâ Stephenville