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 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
Ok, alright
Just might try to get a ride tonight
I'm okay, I'm alright, carry on

Life will make sure that you got your troubles
Life will make sure that you work too hard
Ain't nobody that don't get tired
Watching 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