Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

And cruise it up and down the road I'm gonna buy me a mercury Crazy 'bout a mercury Well if I had money Lord I'm crazy 'bout a mercury Tell you what I'd do I'd go downtown and buy a mercury or two Lord I'm crazy bout a mercury Well the girl I love

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on on the side of the road You find something on on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on on down that road

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride I'm going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown Asked the lord above for mercy, "save

How about now? Why would we wait We'll make it It's just who we are When every hour could be the last And every road could be unsafe But we'll be okay Say where to go And I know that I won't slow down

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

Oh I got the boys And the band And a one night stand Waiting on on us down the road We're gonna load it in Crank it to 10 And off to another show And then it's back to my baby for A couple days

La, la, la, la, la, la, la I ain't even think of leaving sometimes I ain't even think of letting go Not even sometimes 'Cause we're collectin' moments Tattoos on on my mind I ain't ever thought of going nowhere I don't even see it down the road Ooh, let's

(Whoa, whoa) (Here we come!) When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry Leave it all out on on the field tonight We ain't gonna stop, ready or not