The family business is about to fold
This New South is getting kinda old
Hop on into my beat-up Ford
And get on down to my sweet reward
Hit this town about an hour ago
Sad and happy - that's how most things go
Hop on in my beat-up Ford
And git on down to my sweet reward
I was there when God created the world
Took my advice and invested the girl
And ever since I been paying the price
And I'm trying to find new ways to be nice
In a place where no flowers grow
I didn't then but now I know
This patch of ground that I once abhorred
Has a little place where some treasure is stored
Heading toward
Sweet Reward
Heading toward
Sweet Reward
Rocketships of my own design
Are heading for a planet that's a dollar sign
I got a feel for the fuel
And what could be sweeter
Than a inch in a bottle of some Old Repeater
Hand me down Grandaddy's silver sword
It's been hanging on the wall and
It's been ignored!
Hit this world about an hour ago
Sad and happy - that's how most things go
Left behind all my favorite things
And loosen every one of your apron strings
Drop down! And get on board
Heading out to the sweet reward
Drop down! And get on board
Heading out to the sweet reward
(Oh, my sweetness)
Heading toward
Sweet reward
Heading toward
Sweet reward
Heading toward my sweet reward
Heading toward my sweet reward
We're going to crash!
Oh, my God!