[Verse 1]
Guitar cases, long faces
A warm embrace and Sarah’s tears
Freeway hums and sadness comes
And LAX just disappears
Airplane jails, and ginger ale
A magazine or two
Landing gear, and airport beer
And I'm on my way to you

[Chorus]
Rolling up route 74
Through the French Broad River corridor
I see old Black Mountain holding court
And I know the trip is getting short
And then there you are so divine
The crown on Queen Caroline
The Asheville city skyline

[Verse 2]
Old buds, bear hugs
Settle in to pick some strings
Blue Ridge trees, a Pisgah breeze
Ian's hungry and Jacob sings
Microphones, banjo drones
A banner head across my knee
Makers Mark, gettin' dark
Feels mighty fine to finally be
[Chorus]
Rolling up route 74
Through the French Broad River corridor
I see old Black Mountain holding court
And I know the trip is getting short
And then there you are so divine
The crown on Queen Caroline
The Asheville city skyline

[Verse 3]
Then it's said and done with a warm chuckle
The sound of a mando case buckle
Morning chill, a coffee bill
Take to the skies and realize
I sure wish that I was still

[Chorus]
Rolling up route 74
Through the French Broad River corridor
I see old Black Mountain holding court
And I know the trip is getting short
And then there you are so divine
The crown on Queen Caroline
The Asheville city skyline