I got the radio blastin,
I got the windows rolled down
And I'm cruisin these backroads
On the outskirts of town
And I can feel the wind a blowin and here the pidgeons wine
When Im cruisin these backroads, all my troubles are behind.

Well when I woke up this morning, well I took me a look outside.
It was plain to see, it was one of those days,
That were made for takin a ride.
So I went downstairs and cleared my head,
With coffee and cigarettes.
And when it hit me right there, then my mind was set.
Well I phoned work and told them,
They're gonna be a man short today.
I got the sunny day blues,
There's only one thing that's gonna make them go away.
So I went out and climbed into my big ol' Chevrolet
And with a turn of the key, and a cloud of dust,
I was on my way

I got the radio blastin,
I got the windows rolled down.
And I'm cruisin these backroads,
On the outskirts of town.
Well, I can feel the wind a blowin, hear the pidgeons wine.
When I'm cruisin these backroads, all my troubles are behind.

--instrumental--

Well maybe I did, maybe I didn't
Go and lose my job today
but you can take my cash and take my welfares
And blow them all away
'Cause there comes a time, in every mans life
When he's got to break free
I got four big wheels and an endless road
Just out infront of me

I got the radio blastin
I got the windows rolled down
And I'm cruisin these backroads
On the outskirts of town
Well I can feel the wind a blowin and hear the pidgeons wine
When I' cruisin these backroads, all my troubles are behind
(repeat)