Break open the flood gates

Cuz I’m getting us the fuck out, mhm

We ain’t two kids in day care

They can sit and scream while they watch us walk out

How’s that sound to you, these fools can eat themselves in half

While you and I laugh

We’ll get half way to Carolina I got enough gas

Old tables of produce and tobacco leaves

Scorched farmland and peaches turn to evergreens

I turn to the side to blow the smoke away

I can’t help but crying when I see your face

Hey, you must be tired from years of just surviving

So lay your head back

I’d say as I turned up the radio and I ripped open a fresh pack

Old tables of produce and tobacco leaves

Scorched farmland and peaches turn to evergreen

The road rolls out endless over all the sand

The wind blows the embers back into my hand

We’ll get that state line somewhere behind us

Yeah I’ll make sure of that

I’ll get us to Carolina, yeah I’ll get us home at last

Old tables of produce and tobacco leaves

Scorched farmland and peaches turn to evergreen

The road rolls out endless over all the sand

The wind blows the embers back into my hand

I turn to the side to blow the smoke away

I can’t help but crying when I see your face

I can’t help but crying when I see your face

(Ba-ba-ba-da-da, yeah)

(Ba-ba-ba-da-da, yeah)

(Ba-ba-ba-da-da, yeah)

(Ba-ba-ba-da-da, yeah)