Getting Out of Here
By Jim Reedy and Brandon Bailey

I was young and proud
When I left my home
To find my way in the World.

I was sure I’d find
A welcoming sign
And a happy young girl.

But all I found was this run down old town,
And a job sellin’ beer,
But I still have dreams
And I’ve got the means
And I’m gettin’ out of here.

I’m gonna head out West
To California
And find myself some sun,
And I won’t stop ‘till I find a place
That feels a lot like home.

But all I found was this run down old town,
And a job sellin’ beer,
But I still have dreams
And I’ve got the means
And I’m gettin’ out of here.

But all I found was this run down old town,
And a job sellin’ beer,
But I still have dreams
And I’ve got the means
And I’m gettin’ out of here.

Guitar Solo

We found ourselves
Down in Mexico
Just me and my girl,
We bought a little place
Where I think we’ll stay,
We found our way in the world.

And now we’ve found
This great little town, 
And a job sellin’ beer

We’ve still got our dreams
And we’ve got the means,
And we’re lovin’ life out here.

We’re livin’ life out here,
We’re lovin’ life out here.