It's just a two lane,
double line,
speed trap,
45 mile an hour,
mad dive,
little town kind
of life work till that 9 to 5 time car shift home blows.
40 hour paychecks cashing at the bank,
87 non-leady topping off the tank in a double
stack glass pack jack V8,
waiting on a green light go.
Rolling on them good years,
flying on them high times,
circle K Colby,
blowing up on a Friday night.
Between the bottom falling out to the river running dry,
we drop it down and drive on them dirty 35's,
just keep on doing how we do it to get through it round here.
Rolling on them good years.
There's a dust cover metal sign sitting at the county line,
single A state champs,
94,
95,
home team red and white pride still hanging around.
Jackpot scratch off looking for the numbers,
corn row field wasn't good as last summer,
yeah you hope for the rain,
settle for the thunder,
don't know how you could make it
without.
Rolling on them good years,
flying on them high times,
circle K Colby,
blowing up on
a Friday night.
Between the bottom falling out to the river running dry,
we drop it down and drive on them dirty 35's,
just keep on doing how we do it to get through it round here.
Rolling on them good years.
Through the downs and the ups,
all the smooth and the rough,
yeah there's days we pray,
days we cuss,
from the sun coming up,
the sun dropping,
yeah we just keep on rocking.
Rolling on them good years,
flying on them high times,
circle K Colby,
going up on a Friday night.
Between the bottom falling out to the river running dry,
we drop it down and drive on them dirty 35's,
just keep on doing how we do it to get through it round here.
Rolling on them good years.
Yeah,
rolling on them good years.