The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright Where I grew up, we rode in trucks Ridin' down Buck Island Road Down where I was born was heaven on earth We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids You either

Still they ride, on wheels of fire Still they ride, the strong will survive They rule the nights Jesse rides through the night Under the Main Street light Ridin' slow This ol' town, ain't the same Now nobody knows his name Times have changed, still he

Roll on, roll on, roll on, night birds are flyin' Come on, the light is gone, hope's slowly dyin' Tell me how you come ridin' through On the long and lonely road to kingdom come On the ragged, rugged road to kingdom come There's a rugged road on the

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'

Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive I'm riding