Babys just a little bit tired of the city Billboards and bullshit got her down Seem like you need a little hill country A little back roads 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 dont you jump in Jim Ts 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 Ok, alright Just might try to get a ride tonight Im okay, Im alright, carry on Life will make sure that you got your troubles Life will make sure that you work too hard Aint nobody that dont get tired Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard Sometimes youve 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, Im ok, Im alright Im ok, Im alright Im ok, Im alright Oh carry on, yeah
ok, alright, awhile, sometime, walt