Carry On

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city Billboards and bullshit 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, oh carry on