When I lose
my smile,
when my thoughts get jumbled,
when the air and BS get too thick,
can't take a breath without getting sick,
I've had enough of this concrete jungle.
I drive my truck and drive,
I pick up my baby,
she jumps in with a kiss and a hey, we exit
off that old highway,
sometimes you gotta go beyond the pavement,
you gotta go deep,
hope we on back,
cross a few creeks,
yeah and a couple little shacks,
you gotta get lost,
hope we on out,
crickets and frogs,
yeah you're getting close now,
and you kick it in a four
wheel drive when you're running out of road,
and you go,
and you go,
and you go,
go,
go,
till you hear a banjo,
oh that is,
it ain't on no map,
and I'm glad it isn't,
leave the
phone and the GPS,
those satellites ain't found it yet,
got our own little piece of
heaven hidden,
yeah you gotta go deep,
hope we on back,
cross a few creeks,
yeah and a
couple little shacks,
you gotta get lost, hope we on out,
crickets and frogs,
yeah you're
getting close now,
and you kick it in a four wheel drive
when you're running out of road,
and you go,
and you go,
and you go,
go,
go,
till you hear a banjo,
yeah
you gotta go deep,
hope we on back,
cross a few creeks,
yeah and a couple little shacks,
yeah you gotta get lost,
hope we on out, yeah crickets and frogs,
yeah you're getting close
now,
and you kick it in a four wheel drive
when you're running out of road,
and you go,
and you go, and you go, and you go, and you go,
till
you hear that banjo,
kick it, and
go,
and you go,
and you go,
let's go,
till you hear a banjo,
go, and you go, kick that
van in a four wheel drive,
they go,
and you go,
and you go,
let's go,
till you hear that banjo,
go,
and you go,
till you hear that banjo.