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I got the radio blastin, I got the windows rolled down And I'm cruisin these backroads On the outskirts of town And I can feel the wind a blowin and hear that big engine wine When Im 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, That were made for takin 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 them, They're gonna 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 climbed into my big ol' Chevrolet And with a turn of the key, and a cloud of dust, I was on my way I got the radio blastin, I got the windows rolled down. And I'm cruisin these backroads, On the outskirts of town. Well, I can feel the wind a blowin, hear that big engine wine. When I'm cruisin these backroads, all my troubles are behind. --instrumental-- Well maybe I did, maybe I didn't Go and lose my job today but you can take my cash and take my welfares And blow them all away 'Cause there comes a time, in every mans life When he's got to break free I got four big wheels and an endless road Just out infront of me I got the radio blastin I got the windows rolled down And I'm cruisin these backroads On the outskirts of town Well I can feel the wind a blowin and hear that big engine wine When I' cruisin these backroads, all my troubles are behind (repeat) |