Roll On, Old Ford

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[Verse 1] We left Tennessee with the windows down Three friends and a cooler in a two-tone town Old Ford coughing but she knew the road Singing Hank's old chorus with a heavy load [Pre-Chorus] Past the water towers, past the county line Every mile marker said we were doing fine [Chorus] Roll on, old Ford, roll on west Dust on our boots and a map on the dash From Tennessee pines to the California sun We got a tank half-full and a whole lot of fun Roll on, old Ford, let the good times steer Every little nowhere gets better when we're here [Verse 2] We hit the St. Louis Arch like a silver moon Took a crooked photograph at a roadside noon Ate barbecue beans from a paper plate Missed the turn twice but we called it fate [Verse 3] Oklahoma wind tried to steal my hat We chased it laughing through a wheat-field flat New Mexico painted the hills red and gold Bought turquoise thunder and a story untold [Chorus] Roll on, old Ford, roll on west Dust on our boots and a map on the dash From Tennessee pines to the California sun We got a tank half-full and a whole lot of fun Roll on, old Ford, let the good times steer Every little nowhere gets better when we're here [Instrumental Break] [Fiddle Solo] [Verse 4] At the Grand Canyon, we forgot to speak Red walls falling farther than the eye could seek We passed a postcard from a canyon-town stand Then played catch with the sunset on the sand [Bridge] By the time Las Vegas started burning bright We had motel dust and a pocketful of lights We danced by the fountain, laughed till we cried Then found one more jukebox on the other side [Spoken] Shhh—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Roll on, old Ford, roll on west Dust on our boots and a map on the dash From Tennessee pines to the California sun We got a tank half-full and a whole lot of fun Roll on, old Ford, let the good times steer We crossed the whole country and we're still right here [Outro] California ocean, California breeze Salt on the windshield, sand in the knees The Ford rolls quiet as the daylight fades But the friends keep dancing in the parking-lot shade [Drum Solo] [Instrumental]