I tell you what — the night was hot, humid, and hummin
With fixin to’s and getting gone’s the night the street signs came down.

I tell you what and you best be hearing — the ol stars was burnin
like moonshine and the was flickerin like her eyes in the
Radio light, the night the street signs came down.

I tell you what and you best be hearin, but aw, hell you ain’t gonna —
cause we too left all the yellow Caution and eight sided signs, but
Snatched the Curves Ahead, Slippery Streets, and County Road 69 signs
cause we was all in heat, the night the street signs came down.

I tell you what and you best be hearing, bu aw hell you ain’t gonna,
But still — I tell you what anyhow — if you go down the holler
Round Dead Man’s Curve and you look real hard, you might find my
Innocence still layin under the only street sign we left hangin,
The bright green sign of Go, Go, Go that still reads: Country Boy Lane.