Friday Afternoon, it’s time to blow
load it all up and away we go
kids in the back with a bag of snacks
gone for the weekend, but we'll be right back

Dog in her lap and the wife riding shotgun
driving down the highway out running everyone
bare feet on the dash and the radio playing
country music, hip hop, and rock, and were singing

We know every lyric of every song
when we sing the ride, don't take as long
but whining and asking makes the truck slow down
we will gas, eat and *** in the next town

All of a sudden, I'm the only one awake
driving down the highway not taking a break
we'll get there sometime, 6-10 hours
the miles on and on the truck devours

Whether it’s to Raton, the Deer lease or Home
awhile it takes, bugs dying on chrome
of the bumper or the windshield,
seeing deer and turkey in the field

Next to the road, as we go by
or looking at stars in the night sky
sometimes its clouds that pass the time
depending on season or current clime

I've seen a rat, and once Alfred Hitchcock's profile,
never know what the clouds will make in the next mile
sitting and Riding and Riding and Sitting
getting kind of tired but I’m not giving

Up the wheel, even though I'm tired
mile upon mile tired but wired
if I'm in a car, I'd just as soon be steering
needing some tea, Gas station is brewing

It’s getting late, we're almost there
tomorrow morning, waking up without a care
got all Saturday to do why we came
hunting, fishing, or visiting, get it done just the same

Had a lot of fun, but like journeymen
Sunday morning do it all again

Back to work Monday