Best of Times

Following the white line ain't as easy as it used to be The two lane and even four lane they're becoming history We'd pack up our old pickup and we'd cruise at 55 Stopping at our pit stops of diners, shops and dives I drove an old Ford pickup one half black and half red The radio dial was always tuned to Austin's KOKE-FM We'd cruise from town to town, and never worry 'bout the time We'd get there when we got there, following a faint white line Nowadays putting miles on the tires ain't what they seem You can drive for miles and miles and never stop for gasoline But out here on the two lane, running along the old main line We're not making good time; but we're having the best of times I wish I still had that Ford, she's long gone now And the places along the old road are all but fallen down When I drive along the freeway, I sometimes slow it down I take those lonely back roads and stroll from town to town So get off that bypass, and join me on the Route We'll try to stop at places that have that friendly look When you see those gravel driveways and those fresh baked honey buns You'll know you're on the best road to have a little fun I tell ya' Nowadays putting miles on the tires ain't what they seem You can drive for miles and miles and never stop for gasoline But out here on the two lane, running with the old main line We're not making good time; but we're having the best of times We're not punching no clock, got nowhere to be, stop to get out stretch our head to our Feet Gonna stop, smell the roses, enjoy some good eats Maybe find a little bakery and grab something sweet The best of times The best of times The best of times