Carry On

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city

Billboards and bullshit got her down

Seem like you need a little hill country

A little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down

Yeah, and everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for a while

Seems to me that all you need

Is a ragtop car to ride with me

Okay, alright, just might get a little high tonight

Okay, alright, carry on

Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville

You know his eyes have seen the miles

Hey Walt, why don't you jump in Jim T's Caddy?

Come down to Texas and drink with me a while

Yeah,  everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for a while

We'll go down to El Arroyo

Have some tacos and beer, yeah, and let ourselves go

Okay, alright, just might try to get a ride tonight

I'm okay, I'm alright, carry on, yeah

Life'll make sure that you got your troubles

Life'll make sure that you work too hard

There ain't nobody that don't get tired

Watchin' troubles pile up big in your own backyard

Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands

Set it spinnin' off on a course all your own

Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder

Find yourself some good times

Bring 'em on back home

Yeah, and everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for a while

Lay your whole life upon a shelf

Got no one to blame but your own damn self

Okay, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight

I'm okay, I'm alright

I'm okay, I'm alright

I'm okay, I'm alright

I'm okay, I'm alright

I'll carry on, yeah