In our covered wagon times when daddy had his captain eyes
We'd get the steel horse moving on the straights and lines of 95
And mom she was our singer, and we kept alive on greasy fries
I held onto my stash of jams that ran along in Michelin time
In the back of our old, car never going too far
In the back of our old, car I think we've gone too far
And there's no way to remind me of specific plates or what the text was
No better way to remind me of sun-heated seats than "Love Me Do" was
Carolina mark the mile
"South of the border" bumper signs
And styles I don't recognize
A weeping willow motel sign
By Georgia I am hypnotized
More batteries for my power ma'am
I'm tuning into radio let it change me 'til we drive again
In the back of our old car, never going too far
In the back of our old car, I think we've gone too far
And there's no way to remind me of the scented heads in a blue Camino
No better way to remind me of a neat-o rack than a lead off track was
And there's no way to remind me of specific plates or what the text was
No better way to remind me of sun-heated seats than "Love Me Do" was
And in the nighttime you'll sleep
Lean on it, lean on it
Don't you wake them
Lean on it
[X3]
And in the nighttime you'll sleep (What! ?)
And then we ran out again and then we ran out again
We ran it out, ran it out.
[Repeat]
