Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rolling down the interstate,
see em all around.
Young bucks in their flip flops,
drivin thru the town.
Eyes glued to the phones,
they don't even see.
I've had enough of this non sense,
No more roads for me.

Use to be the Cowboy,
with the diesel in his veins.
Saw the pride in the chrome,
workin thru the reins.
Now it's just a circus,
not the same ol way.
Time to hang up the keys,
not much left to say.

I'm tired of these drivers
actin all wrong.
They don't know the roads,
they just playin along.
Flip flops and phones,
no respect for the ride.
I'm hangin up the keys,
Leavin the past behind!

Two million Miles,
every state line crossed!
Now the GPS talkin,
tellin them they lost!
No C B chatter,
not a word of respect.
Just lookin at the screens,
damn just disconnect!

Old timers in the lot,
shaken heads in shame.
Ain't no pride in drivin,
they just act like its a game!

We paved the way with sweat,
wore out the souls of our boots!
Now they slippin in their sandals,
they forgot their roots.

I'm tired of these drivers
actin all wrong.
They don't know the roads,
they just playin along.
Flip flops and phones,
no respect for the ride.
I'm hangin up the keys,
Leavin the past behind!

I'm tired of these drivers
actin all wrong.
They don't know the roads,
they just playin along.
Flip flops and phones,
no respect for the ride.
I'm hangin up the keys,
Leavin the past behind!