There's a woman counting quarters at the table
There's a gentleman taking tickets at the door
And I'm slipping out tonight
Cuz the moon is yellow bright
And I'm afraid that I don't love her anymore
I heard a song come on a speaker
It said something 'bout slipping out the back
Or making a new plan ' some guy named Stan
Well I said "Thank you Paul for keeping me on my track"
I wish it was 1930 at the old Kentucky derby
And I was riding White Lightning off the bluff
Cuz I need a racehorse and some old rusty spurs
Cuz I can't get away from her fast enough
There's a woman rolling nickels on the counter
There's a man chopping wood outside the door
She said, "Every room is sold"
So I slept out in the cold
And it occurred to me I'd never slept better before
I found a perfect dirty bar room
Full of liars, cheats and losers all around
I said " Gentlemen hold your pistols,
I'm just here to wet my whistle
And forget that woman I left back in town"
I wish it was 1930 at the old Kentucky derby
And I was riding White Lightning off the bluff
Cuz I need a racehorse and some old rusty spurs
Cuz I can't get away from her fast enough
You ever tell yourself a lie so many times
That you convince yourself that it's true
Well I don't regret a single thing in my life
But I curse the day that I ran into you
I wish it was 1930 at the old Kentucky derby
And I was riding White Lightning real rough
Cuz I need a racehorse and some old rusty spurs
Cuz I can't get away from her fast enough
I just can't get away from her fast enough
I just can't get away from her fast enough