This old town
Don't have much to give
But it's where I'm from
And I'll always live

Bullet holes riddled in old stop signs
Corner store fronts froze in time

And the Sun's going down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothing like mud tires rolling on
Humming through the night, nowhere to go
Radio's loud, but it don't bother me
Stuck on 17

Now this old truck
May not look to tough
But from where I sit
She's more than enough

Old radio dial tends to freeze
Always stuck on 17

And the Sun's going down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothing like mud tires rolling on
Humming through the night, nowhere to go
Radio's loud, but it don't bother me
Stuck on 17

These windy roads covered in fog
Lighting bugs dancing in tobacco barns
Two headlights rolling down one way street

And the Sun's going down behind the hills
Beneath the trees and moonshine stills
Of county lines that made me who I am
And there ain't nothing like mud tires rolling on
Humming through the night, nowhere to go
The radio's fixed, but it ain't changing me
I'm stuck on 17

Whoa, stuck on 17
Mhmm, I'm stuck on 17