They Only Take The Backroads

Born in FLA
 That monster doesn't release
 Raised against the wind
 Then moved on up through the state
 Twenty five miles away
 From the closest bait
 I'm drying out if I stay
 I'm drying out if I stay
 Six years today
 Still in the same state
 Right here in FLA
 No, I am not ashamed
 Of the places I've blamed
 Cause I'm a prodigal
 I've been addicted to change
 Yes, I've moved through the states
 Taken cuts from my graves
 And bury them right above
 The me I'm learning to hate
 The me I'm learning to hate
 The one addicted to shame