Shining on the County Line

I rode in on a Friday;

Tires singing on the blacktop road;

Radio hummin' low;

With a story I already know;

Gas in the tank and a pocket full of change;

Same old town, but it still feels strange;

I saw your porch light burning like a promise in the night;

And I smiled to myself when the screen door caught the light;

Well, I ain't got much, but

I got this run-down grand;

And a heart that keeps on kickin' like a

Cadillac fan;

We're shinin' on the county line;

Where the neon meets the pines;

With a little faith, a little rust;

And a whole lotta kind;

We keep it rollin' easy and slow;

Like a song from long ago;

Shinin' on the county line;

Where the roads lead us home;

Johnny's got a new dial down;

And Miller's feedin' grain;

Says a bus stops tough, but it's soft when it starts to rain;

Mary paints her nails in the glow of a kitchen light;

Laughs like summer thunder rollin' in the night;

I've been chasin' daylight with a couple old maps in my hand;

Tryin' to make sense of the miles and the plans;

Well, the world gets loud, but we just let it pass on by;

Got a little room to breathe and a little room to try;

We're shining on the county line;

Where the neon meets the pine;

With a little faith, a little rust;

La-la, and a whole lotta time;

La-la, it keep rollin' easy and slow;

Like a song from long ago;

La-la, shinin' on the county line;

La-la, where the good roads lead us home;

I know the miles can wear you down;

Like a hard wind tearing through a one-stop town;

But there's a spark in the engine, a light in your eyes;

That keeps on pumping through the long goodbye;

So if the night gets heavy, let it fall behind;

We'll leave it all in the daylight;

One more time, we're shining on the county line;

Where the neon heats up;

We keep a-rollin' easy and slow;

Like a song from long ago;

Shinin' on the county line;

Where the good rolls lead us home;

Yeah, the good roads lead us home;

And we're still shining on;

Right there on the county line;