Fetchin Bones - Riding Around Lyrics
Along the road the places I pass are differentOnes I've never seenI shut my eyes, they roll up in my mindI see the same places, the ones I've always seenLetting it all fly bySleeping, dreaming, getting a rideThe more I look, the less I find my wayThe places I been I could never nameI'm riding around on ripples of soundGet up, get off, get downThe pokey wagon rolling alongAnd my little life carrying onCities and trees and people who believeSo much, so much outside meI'm riding aroundGet down, hear the soundGet up, get off, get downA six-pack of beer and I have no fearOn my lap, in the backStereo blastingThat's thatSing along as we zoom along up stateUp and down freewheeling tires squealingI'm riding aroundGet off, hear that soundGet up, get off, get down