Town to town, job to job livin´ in cars in parking lots
A good hot meal and a place to sleep
Things you miss when you´re chasin´ dreams
Playing in bars for tips in a jar, middle of nowhere county fairs
Talent shows, rodeos any ol´ stage with a microphone
For the chance to sing I´d do anything
And it feels like I´ve lost everyhing
But I just gotta believe it´s down that road somewhere
Guess I´ll know when I get there, yeah

Calling cards and old payphones,
Mama cries "when ya comin´ home"
Do you need any money, are you sure, are you eatin´,
Well are you goin´ to church?
GAC, CMT, still ain´t seen you on TV
We keep turning on that radio,
Still waiting to hear them songs you wrote

Dad wants to know all the stars you´ve met
Do you ever see Dolly, are you famous yet
I just say mama keep me in your prayers
And I´ll know when I get there

I don´t know if it´s worth it
And I don´t if I´m good enough
All I know is I´m givin´ it all I got
And I´ll know when I get there

Guitar solo

Town to town, job to job livin´ in cars in parking lots
A good hot meal and a place to sleep
Things you miss when you´re chasin´ dreams
It´s hard to tell just where you´re at
When you´re lookin´ for something that ain´t on a map
I just gotta believe it´s down that road somewhere
And I´ll know when I get there

I´ll know when I get there
I´ll know when I get there
Yeah, I´ll know when I get there

Town to town, job to job livin´ in cars in parking lots, yeah
Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuh
Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuh
Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuh

Town to town, job to job
Good hot meal and a place to sleep
When I get there