Runnin' from the rat race. Just as fast as I can. Take off my tie so I can breathe. Me, I'm going where the fresh air's blowin'. Take a little walk in the country with me.
You know the cards are stacked against this. As we surrender our defenses. And I've torn down all my fences just for you. And you feel it too. What do we do?.
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today. There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way. And she was headed for the car so I grabbed my old guitar.
Down the drain pipe 'cross the yard and through the fence. I risked a whoopin' every time I went. 'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored side of town.
I'm on a red dirt road windin' up to a sky of blue. And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two. No more sittin' at home leave the TV and the telephone far behind.