I feel like the worst kind of person most of the time
A big city bully when I’m stuck in line
With the postal clerk who types too slow
And I make a sign like I gotta go
I stick out like a shiny truck
At the last chance stop to fill ’er up
I catch a kind word on a stranger’s ear
Closer than we first appeared
I come in peace
Not in fear
I’m not from around here
I’m not from around here
I love the Main Street throwback
The corner bar that just takes cash
The cowboy in the produce aisle
I flash my foreign smile
And he knows
He knows by a mile
That I’m not from around here
I’m not from around here
Out where the road folds in
And the sky unwinds
Don’t let the cold get in
And we’ll be fine
They say it’s different in the summer
and I might come back
For the rodeo and the race track
The roof is worn but the paint is new
I’m waiting for coffee with the paving crew
It’s a ghost town
And even they pass through
I’m not from around here
I’m not from around here