I drove half way to town last night
And I turned around
In a field of fireflies makin’ such a lonely sound
As my headlights flashed on a mailbox by the road
I realized that I was livin’ in a new zip code
Well I’m livin’ in Lonesome USA
Population one since yesterday
Livin’ and dyin’ in the hell I made
Since you been gone
Right now my mind’s in another state
Ain’t enough heart here left to break
I’m livin’ in Lonesome USA
I never knew the sound of silence could be so loud
It’s hard getting used to livin’ in an empty house
Yeah I know I can come and go any time I please
But there’s somethin’ I miss about
You waitin’ up on me
Well I’m livin’ in Lonesome USA
Population one since yesterday
Livin’ and dyin’ in the hell I made
Since you been gone
Right now my mind’s in another state
Ain’t enough heart here left to break
I’m livin’ in Lonesome USA
Hey I could drive all night
And be right here where I am
And still be just as lost ’til you come back
Hey I look around here an it don’t take long to see
Oh where I am right now’s the only place to be
Lonesome USA
Population one since yesterday
Livin’ and dyin’ in the hell I made
Since you been one
Right now my mind’s in another state
Ain’t enough heart here left to break
I’m livin’ in Lonesome, Lonesome USA
Hey I’m livin’ in Lonesome, Lonesome USA
Hey I’m livin’ in Lonesome, Lonesome USA
Other lyrics by Jason Aldean:
1994
Now girl I know you used to the same old same But we ain’t floatin’ that boat, no we ain’t ridin’ that train Hop on my rocket ship and let’s …
Amarillo Sky
He gets up before the dawn Packs a lunch and a Thermos full of coffee It’s another day in the dusty haze Those burnin’ rays are wearin’ down his body …
Anytime Soon
Been sitting here all night Drinking you off my mind But it ain’t working for me Mmm, trying to put us on ice A couple shots at a time But nothing’s stronger …
Asphalt Cowboy
The sun has opened up my eyes And I don’t wanna leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbin’ back behind the wheel Of fifty feet of chrome …
Back In This Cigarette
It’s 2A.M. in my new home This motel room An ashtray full of lucky strikes A half spent case of warm Bud Lite Countin’ regrets Fghtin’ back tears …