CHORUS

I've got the radio blastin'

I've got the windows rolled down
And I'm cruisin' these backroads
On the outskirts of town

I can feel the wind a-blowin'
Hear the big engines whine
When I'm cruisin' these backroads

All my troubles are behind

Well when I woke up this morning

Well I took me a look outside
It was plain to see it was one of those days
Tailor-made for taking a ride

So I went downstairs and cleared my head
With coffee and cigarettes
And when it hit me right there

Then my mind was set

Well I phoned work and told'em

They're going to be a man short today
I got the sunny day blues, there's only one thing
That's gonna make them go away

So I went out and I climbed in to my big ol' Chevrolet
And with a turn of the key and a cloud of dust
I was on my way


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Well maybe I did maybe I didn't
Go and lose my job today
But you can take my cares, take my worries

And blow them all away
For there comes a time in any man's life
When he's got to break free

I got four good wheels and an endless road
Stretched out in front of me


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