Lyrics

Here's the keys to my old chevy son
I think my travellin days are all but done
throw out that tattered torn map that was mine
beat up searchin for the places I tried to find


There's some rough old roads
gravel and busted cobble stones
and you'll find shiny blacktop waiting
Fall in love with busy streets and wide
open spaces
Life son , is all about the miles
between the places

I hope you travel the worst roads with a friend
the kind that always has a willing hand to lend
you'll meet some folks who hitch a ride and won't pay gas
and some get out and help you push before you even ask

There's some rough old roads
gravel and busted cobble stones
and you'll find shiny blacktop waiting
Fall in love with busy streets and wide
open spaces
Life son , is all about the miles
between the places

You will hear it in your heart when it's time to change directon
The trick is to listen


There's some rough old roads
gravel and busted cobble stones
and you'll find shiny blacktop waiting
Fall in love with busy streets and wide
open spaces
Life son , is all about the miles
between the places