I'll Be Cruisin" The backroads
With my friends the dogs, lizards and toads
Why do I feel the way I do, I'll tell you
This big ole' city I can only take so much
A lot of people there...well, there out to lunch
Cause they haven't seen the trees, the fields the bugs
With their tinny proverbs and their grumpy mugs
Why do I feel the way I do? I'll tell you
I've got my motorbike and a full tank of fuel
The breeze round my body makes me feel really cool
And I got a pretty girl holding on my belt loops
And she's holding on tight so she don't say oops!
I said the backroads have to share themselves with me, and you
Some people ask me why you wandering around
They think I'm on acid but my feet are on the ground
And I'm not taking the interstate to your town
Not after this back road peace that I have found
Now why do I feel the way I do?... I'll tell you
Now we'll get tired and stop for a while
Maybe at a diner with a foreign smile
I'll have a cup of tea and you'll have a soda
Then up goes the kickstand and we're back on the road
Now why do I feel the way I do? I'll tell you
HUSH...
Now I gotta be mobile in all sense of the word
Like a peregrinating falcon bird
Out on the road with a trail of dust
I can't be hangin round in the pants with the crust
I said the backroads have to share themselves with me, and you