Get On Down The Road

I really like the way you look when you walk away
You turn every man’s head in the room your way
Keep the money, keep the house keep the credit cards
I’ll keep the truck, keep my guitars, head on down the road
I’ve got to get up and go, and head on down the road
You knew the rules of the road pretty mama many years ago
It ain’t easy, no complaining 'bout this life
Come on pretty mama you knew when you got into this
Hey chica, I never promised you a penthouse suite
You knew that playing country music was never gonna make us rich
If you want a view of the Golden Gate
Marry yourself a banker while you still look good — ha!
You’ve got to get up and go, and head on down the road
You knew the rules of the road pretty mama many years ago
It ain’t easy, no complaining 'bout this life
Come on pretty mama you knew when you got into this
Make some room for the lady
Come on Pistol
Hey-hey
Hear 'em, head on down the road