Rollin' down the interstate To a show in another place My eyes lookin' like they're tired of my face: Bloodshot and evidently cold Pull up to a little shack Park the van out around the back Main Street in a town I never heard of Full of folks that never heard of me But they'll know before I leave Small towns in East Kentucky Or in the mountains of Tennessee Ain't no better way to travel West Virginia needs some company Indiana, you don't know me And I guess you ain't been told I aim to try and make you dance tonight I aim to try and make you all a little less cold When the show's over, wrap it up Ain't no roadies to haul my stuff Oh-no, another sleepin'-in-the-van night That's alright, I'm thankful it ain't cold