We got dreams bigger than this little old town will ever be
Of the places we ain’t never seen

We got roads cutting like blacktop rivers through fields of gold
Taking us any old place we wanna go
We got roads

Let the back road be our runway
Let the highway be our sky
Forget about the baggage
We can leave it all behind
We can take our chances
We can take our time
Cos we got four goodyears and Detroit steel
No we ain’t got wings, but we got wheels

We got doubts
And nobody from this little old town ever made it out
But even if we crash and burn it all goes south

We got us
A dirty old Chevrolet and that’s enough
If we rattle through the gears we can shake this small town dust
We got us

Let the back road be our runway
Let the highway be our sky
Forget about the baggage
We can leave it all behind
We can take our chances
We can take our time
Cos we got four goodyears and Detroit steel
No we ain’t got wings, but we got wheels

Let the back road be our runway
Let the highway be our sky
Forget about the baggage
We can leave it all behind
We can take our chances
We can take our time
Cos we got four goodyears and Detroit steel
No we ain’t got wings, no we ain’t got wings
But we got wheels