Can't Get Rid of It

I was born in a trailer park Poor Creek, Kentucky
And here’s what happened to me
When I was a kid, like everybody else
Didn’t get in too much trouble staying to myself
Found some old records on a case of beer
It’s like the whole world just whispered in my ear
We go, come on, come on, come on
Well, come one, come on, come on
In a small town you quickly get your fill
It’s school, work, or church I never could sit still
But you ignore every word they said
I’d rather listen to the rhythm in my head
It goes!
I can’t get rid of it!
Well alright!
My solo!
It goes!
I can’t get rid of it!
Well alright!
If you see me coming, probably pass you by
If you listen to me, baby, you’d know why
Nothing has changed since I was a kid
You wanna know about me? Baby, listen to this!
I can’t get rid of it!
I can’t get rid of it!