Intro Repeat 2x Verse Rollin into the pines, I'm not lookin behind I tore my rearview off my windshield One foot on the gas, I ain't ever looking back And it feels so fine to me Rollin down a blacktop, in my Chevrolet Smokin' on a cigarette Thinkin' 'bout the good old days Rollin' down a blacktop, in my Chevrolet Suckin' on screw top wine, Thinkin' bout the good old days. Verse This once was my home but I moved away headed down to Austin looking for a better way I don't know what it is but I keep comin' back headed north on a one way trian but I'm on the wrong track. Chorus 2x