Get On Down The Road Lyrics

Get On Down The Road
I kinda took my uncle's old tray back
My mind was made and my bags were packed
And that GPS was set for Tenant Creek

No books to keep no business suit
No weeds to grow beneath these boots
And there ain't nobody here been missin' me

And I can't keep on hanging round
This Continental breakfast town
I've done all the damage I can do

So I, better get on down the road
As fast as I can go
'Gonna let these big wheels roll
Crank up that radio
Pull my hat down
Get on down the road