.
I’m leavin’ Stephenville; I’m packed up and I’m ready
Checking out of my hotel, and I’m always in a hurry
To get home at the end of a long weekend
.
When I hit that interstate I’m south bound, boys, and truckin’
Tell them girls they’ll have to wait; they should know it’s all or nothin’
When you’re living on the road, there’s always a few you know
That never leave
.
But it’s Sunday afternoon
As I pass the city limits sign
Gotta get home soon,
So until next time
.
I’m leavin’ Stephenville, and I’m headed one direction
But we’ll never make it there on this single tank unless
I fill it up once again and I pray that the wind stays at my back
.

I’m leavin’ Stephenville and I’m headed straight to Austin
After twelve days on the run I just can’t wait to get lost
In my own bed, my own sheets, man,
I haven’t gotten sleep in so long
.
But it’s Sunday afternoon
As I trace that old white line
Gotta get home soon,
So until next time
.
I’m leavin’ Stephenville
I’m leavin’ Stephenville
Oh, I’ll be back, but until then,
I’m leavin’ Stephenville
.