Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, Billboards and bullshit got her down,
Seem like you need a little hill country,
A Little backroads driving,
little bit of the old top down,
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me,
Ok,
alright
just might get a little high tonight ,
Ok,
alright,
carry on,
Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville,
You know his eyes have seen the miles,
Walt why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy,
Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Will go down to El Arroyo have some tacos and beer
yeah and let ourselves go
okay
alright,
just might try to get it right tonight,
okay
alright
carry on
I'ma make surethat you got your troubles,
I'ma make sure that you work too hard,
Ain't nobody that don't get tired,
Watch your troubles pile up big in your own backyard,
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands,
Set it spinning off on a course all your own,
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder,
Find yourself some good times,
bring them on back home,
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Lay your whole life upon a shelf, got no one to blame but your own damn self,
Ok, alright,
heaven only know what gonna happen tonight,
Ok, alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
Oh carry on, yeah -