Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

We'll burn that bridge when we get there Hello Miss Heartbroke Sit your sweet self down It's good to see your dancin' feet back out on the town Rumor has it you've had trouble with your man I've had trouble of my own, I think I understand We'll put out

Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on I close my eyes and picture you're hand in mine I still hear your voice that takes me back to that time Where I can find a reason to be strong It's pretty cold for late September And autumn wind

Red dirt roads and big tire toys, Country girls and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John Deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County

Wish I was there with you now Everything comes back to you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Drive highways and byways

Bittersweet goodbye and one last kiss Cry while you watch me bleeding It's safe to say that ignorance is bliss I cant believe it's come to this Fear the lives we're leading Open your eyes, what have you done? I've been back, forth stuck yet spun Too

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

Motherfucker, I'm gone Motherfucker you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain, people can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of