Baby's just a little bit tired of the city

Billboards and bulls*** got her down

Seems like you need a little hill country

A little back roads drivin'

A little bit of the old top down

Everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for awhile

Seems to me that all you need

Is a rag top car and a ride with me

Okay, all right

Just might get a little high tonight

Okay, all right, carry on

Old Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville

You know his eyes have seen the miles

Walt, why don't you jump in Jim T.'s Caddie

Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile

Everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for awhile

We'll go down to El Arroyo

Have some tacos and beer, yeah, let ourselves go

Okay, all right

Just might try to get a ride tonight

I'm okay, I'm all right, carry on

Life will make sure that you got your troubles

Life will make sure that you work too hard

There ain't nobody that don't get tired

Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard

Sometimes you 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 and bring 'em on back home

Everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for awhile

If you lay your whole life upon a shelf

Got no one to blame but your own damn self

Okay, all right

Heaven only knows what's going to happen tonight

I'm okay, I'm all right, I'm okay, I'm all right

I'm okay, I'm all right, I'm okay, I'm all right, carry on