Jim St. James

Lyrics

I can't wait till the summertime
When the job gives me a week,
It's burnin deep down in my soul
Man, I can hardly wait,
I've got to roll,
Fill my tank and crank that radio.
I like this town, don't ya know,
But I sure love that open road.

North or south, man I don't care,
I might go west or east,
It's truck stop food and diesel fumes
That feeds my inner beast,
I've got to roll,
Fill my tank and crank that radio.
I like this town, don't you know,
But I sure love that open road.

Highways runnin' on for miles,
Whose got the time to sleep,
I'm chillin' like a villian on a black top ribbon,
I'm a pedal-pushin travelin' freak,
I've got to roll,
Fill my tank and crank that radio.
I like this town, don't you know,
But I sure love that open road.

We like this town don't you know,
But ai sure love that open road.

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