I signed up to see this world through the windows of buses and planes
Ever since they called my number I've been livin' in the fast lane
Yeah it's a dream come true I'm a lucky man
And I love this road I'm on
But I do run out of gas
And only run so fast so long[Chorus]
'Til I need some front porch rockin'
Some back road walkin'
Some sittin' around talkin' 'bout nothin'
I need some screen door slammin'
Some homemade jammin'
Some biscuits cookin' in the oven
I need a little fun with my little ones
A little gospel on Sunday
I need some hangin' 'round my little town in a big way.I may wake in the mornin' in Dallas
I went to bed in Tennesse
I need someone tellin' me where I am sometimes and where I'm suppose to be
Sometimes I wanna be George Jones sometimes Charlie Pride
But all I wanna be right now is with my baby tonight[Chorus]You know I can't complain (I can't complain)
I love this crazy dream'Til I need some front porch rockin'
Some back road walkin'
Some sittin' around talkin' 'bout nothin'
I need some screen door slammin'
Some homemade jammin'
Some biscuits cookin' in the oven
I need a little fun with my little ones
A little gospel on Sunday
I need some hangin' 'round my little town
I need to take it slow I need some windin' down
I need my little town and I need it now
In a big way, in a big way
In a big way, yeahI need some front porch rockin'
I need some back road walkin', I need
Some sittin' around talkin' about nothin',
About nothin' really nothin' at all
Oh, yeah!
Songwriters
BEATHARD, CASEY / RUCKER, DARIUSPublished by
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