Lyrics

Two-Lane University

Booted outta high school in my senior year
Found my locker fulla mojo weed n beer
Daddy kicked my ass around that country farm
And I left with a Hohner and a cheap guitar
Thumbin' Dixie highways on them moonburnt nights

My professors on those country lanes
Paid no mind to my poor boy brain
Ev'ry beer joint I recall
Taught me better than a lecture hall
Folks say that I earned the third degree
Hustlin' down the two-lane university

Trucker showed me how to win a barroom brawl
Roll of quarters in my fist and I stand tall
And the night winds weepin' down them Delta roads
Helped me find them cryin' bluesy notes
When you're goin' nowhere the goin' can get rough

My professors on those country lanes
Paid no mind to my poor boy brain
Ev'ry beer joint I recall
Taught me better than a lecture hall
Folks say that I earned the third degree
Hustlin' down the two-lane university

Don't use no big words, don't conjugate no verbs
No, that ain't the PHD I'm earnin'
Homegrown and Jim Beam, they are the college deans
Of what I've been callin' higher learnin'

My professors on those country lanes
Paid no mind to my poor boy brain
Ev'ry beer joint I recall
Taught me better than a lecture hall
Folks say that I earned the third degree
Hustlin' down the two-lane university


Copyright 2011 by Robert George and Cameron Earnshaw