Went down to Hollywood but Holly wouldn't go
Went on to Tennessee to see a ten i know
Asheville is a friend of mine, she lives close to my home
We'd get drunk on barley wine but we're never throwing stones
I get old, i go on, give a little bit of where i'm from
I've been told to go on, living on the run
Sweet tea and lemonade reminds me where i belong
Warm days in city trees, glory get your guns
We'd get lost in new city streets, our turn to take a dare
So Holly goes as Holly should to Hollywood my dear
She goes on to be one, on the silver screen where she belongs
She's been told to go on, living on the run
Take your time to find where you belong
And find that line and go on
Cheap beer and cigarettes keep us up till dawn
Rooftops with good friends till the moon is gone
Gone to see sweet liberty on her island stay
And the weekend's warriors are headed on their way
We've been told to go on, leave a little bit of where were from
We got old and went on, living on the run