Carry On

Babys just a little bit tired of the city,

Billboards and ******** got her down,

Seem like you need a little hill country,

A little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down

Ol Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville,

You know his eyes have seen the miles,

Walt why dont you jump in Jim Ts caddy,

Come down to my place and drink with me a while,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,

Forget about yourself for a while

Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me,
Ok, its alright, just might get a little high tonight,
Ok, alright, carry on

Life will make sure that you got your troubles,

Life will make sure that you work too hard,

Aint nobody that dont get tired,

Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,

Forget about yourself for a while,

Will go down to El Arroyo

Have some tacos and beer yeah and let ourselves go
Ok, its alright

Just might try to get a ride tonight
Im okay, Im alright, carry on

Sometimes youve 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 a while,

Lay your whole life upon a shelf,
Got no one to blame but your own damn self,
Its ok, its alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight,
Im ok, Im alright,

Im ok, Im alright,

Im ok, Im alright,

carry on, carry on