Ain't nobody that don't get tired
I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm okay, I'm alright
Carry on
Okay, alright
Watch your troubles pile up big in your own backyard
Is a rag top car and a ride with me
I'm okay, alright
Will go down to El Arroyo have some tacos and beer
A little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm okay, I'm alright
Lover, make sure that you got your troubles
Okay, alright
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder
Set it spinning off on a course all your own
Seems to me that all you need
Forget about yourself for a while
You know his eyes have seen the miles
Okay, alright
Carry on
Got no one to blame but your own damn self
Heaven only know what gonna happen tonight
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands
Walt, why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy
Come down to Texas and drink with me a while
Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville
Just might get a little high tonight
Yeah, and let ourselves go
Lover, make sure that you work too hard
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
Seem like you need a little hill country
Forget about yourself for a while
Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime
Forget about yourself for a while
Okay, alright
Lay your whole life upon a shelf
Just might try to get it right tonight
Find yourself some good times, bring them on back home
