Get On Down The Road - Cracker

I really like the way you look when you walk away

You turn every man’s head in the room your way

Keep the money, keep the house keep the credit cards

I’ll keep the truck, keep my guitars, head on down the road

I’ve got to get up and go, and head on down the road

You knew the rules of the road pretty mama many years ago

It ain’t easy, no complaining 'bout this life

Come on pretty mama you knew when you got into this

Hey chica, I never promised you a penthouse suite

You knew that playing country music was never gonna make us rich

If you want a view of the Golden Gate

Marry yourself a banker while you still look good — ha!

You’ve got to get up and go, and head on down the road

You knew the rules of the road pretty mama many years ago

It ain’t easy, no complaining 'bout this life

Come on pretty mama you knew when you got into this

Make some room for the lady

Come on Pistol

Hey-hey

Hear 'em, head on down the road