Touchdown Town by Erik Dylan Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Everybody 'round here sure is proud
Of those leather jacket boys with the state champ rings
Revvin' their trucks like they run their mouths
Bunch of big fish, small pond teenage kings

[Chorus]
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
In a black t-shirt with his head in the clouds
Can't fit in and he can't get out
Guitar kid in a touchdown town

[Verse 2]
The cops just wave as they roll pass
That post game kegger off Flat Rock Road
Savin' their cuffs for the Rock & Roll outcast
Smokin' that weed in his hatchback Ford

[Chorus]
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
In a black t-shirt with his head in the clouds
Can't fit in and he can't get out
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
[Verse 3]
He was out like a bullet headed to the floor
The second he turned 18
With a Mexican [?], some dishwashin' money
Hatchback bound for Tennessee

[Chorus]
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
In a black t-shirt with his head in the clouds
Couldn't fit in, so he had to get out
Guitar kid in a touchdown town

[Outro]
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
In a Motörhead t-shirt in front of that crowd
Couldn't fit in, so he had to get out
Guitar kid in a touchdown town
Guitar kid in a touchdown town