More songs by Margo Price
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Description
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Matt Ross-Spang
Recording Second Engineer: Phillip Smith
Recording Second Engineer: Bryce Jordan
Recording Second Engineer: Connor Theriot
Mastering Engineer: Kim Rosen
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Margo Price
Composer Lyricist, Background Vocalist: Jeremy Ivey
Background Vocalist: Kristin Webber
Composer Lyricist: Morgan Nagler
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nowhere is where
I come from.
Where nothing grows but the debt you owe, and the dry rivers run. And the dry rivers run.
Nowhere is where, in 1999,
I was speeding down that gravel road past the Mercer County line.
Past the Mercer County line.
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck.
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride.
Point the headlights south and drive.
Nowhere is where the thoughts go to roam.
Between the combine clouds, and the waves of doubt, and the miles and miles of corn.
And the miles and miles of corn.
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck.
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride.
Point the headlights south and turn the radio on.
We'll be good as gone when the sun comes up.
'Til the highway stops, and the wheels fall off, and the engine rusts.
'Til the pavement burns and tomorrow turns into a blaze of glory. I've got no regrets.
Light a cigarette and rewrite the story.
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck.
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride.
Point the headlights south and drive.
English translation
Nowhere is where
I come from.
Where nothing grows but the debt you owe, and the dry rivers run. And the dry rivers run.
Nowhere is where, in 1999,
I was speeding down that gravel road past the Mercer County line.
Past the Mercer County line.
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck.
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride.
Point the headlights south and drive.
Nowhere is where the thoughts go to roam.
Between the combine clouds, and the waves of doubt, and the miles and miles of corn.
And the miles and miles of corn.
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck.
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride.
Point the headlights south and turn the radio on.
We'll be good as gone when the sun comes up.
'Til the highway stops, and the wheels fall off, and the engine rusts.
'Til the pavement burns and tomorrow turns into a blaze of glory. I've got no regrets.
Light a cigarette and rewrite the story.
On your way down, won't you pick me up?
If there's room enough and you've got gas in the truck.
If you're going nowhere, I could use a ride.
Point the headlights south and drive.