I kinda took my uncle's old tray back My mind was made and my bags were packed And that GPS was set for Tenant Creek No books to keep no business suit No weeds to grow beneath these boots And there ain't nobody here been missin' me And I can't keep on hanging round This Continental breakfast town I've done all the damage I can do So I, better get on down the road As fast as I can go 'Gonna let these big wheels roll Crank up that radio Pull my hat down Get on down the road