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 back roads driving, little bit of the old top down Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime Forget about yourself for a while Seems to me that all you need Is a rag top car and a ride with me Okay, alright Just might get a little high tonight Okay, 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 a while Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime Forget about yourself for a while 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 I'm okay, alright Carry on Lover, make sure that you got your troubles Lover, 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 a while Lay your whole life upon a shelf Got no one to blame but your own damn self Okay, alright Heaven only know what gonna happen tonight I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm okay, I'm alright I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm okay, I'm alright Oh carry on, yeah © GREENHORSE MUSIC; CURB CONGREGATION SONGS; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com