Dancing in the lights of a worn out Ford, miles from town on Rural Route Four. Listening to the songs on the radio. Where we’re going next nobody knows. But I say, it’s going to be okay

Chorus: As long as we got tomorrow. As long as we got a road to follow. I say it’s going to be okay.

My windows are down and my radios up. My head is hanging out of a pickup truck. The wind in my face it makes me feel alive. Tomorrow I’ll worry tonight I’ll drive. And I say it is going to be okay.

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Bridge (2x): Call me crazy call me a fool. You can call me anything you want to. But tonight I’m having a ball. And I don’t care what you think at all.

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