Letra da Música: Onslow County - Ryan Adams

Onslow County
Is the land of track housing
When they ask you "can I help you?"
It's "no sir, I'm browsing"

There ain't never any any money
To buy no one a present
It was her birthday, you just tell her
"Hell, I love you. here's a cigarette."
And all the bars are burning
And they're making it with cash-ins
I guess underneath the worry
Oh, everybody's laughing

Onslow County
It's covered by some pine trees
And the people go out fishing
And they dirty up their blue jeans

And there ain't never any money
To buy no one a present
It was her birthday, you just tell her
"Hell, I love you here's a cigarette."
And all the bars are burning.
And they're making it with cash-ins
I guess underneath the worry
Oh everybody's laughing