Lyrics
i drop my truck in drive
And a couple little shacks, til you hear a banjo
those satellites
And a couple little shacks, cross a few creeks, you gotta go deep
It ain t on no map, without getting sick, can t take a breath
I drop my truck in drive, and you kick it into four wheel drive
leave the phone
And a couple little shacks, you gotta go deep Barry, those satellites
Without getting sick, you gotta get lost, and a couple little shacks
crickets and frogs
and you kick it into four wheel drive
Crickets and frogs, with this concrete jungle
It ain t on no map, i drop my truck in drive Banjo, yeah you re gettin close now
And you go and you go-go-go, leave the phone, we exit off that old highway
crickets and frogs
Til you hear a banjo, i ve had enough Barry, you gotta go deep
Cross a few creeks, and you go and you go-go-go, you gotta get lost
It ain t on no map, when you run out of road
Yeah you re gettin close now, piece of heaven hidden
You gotta go deep, i ve had enough, til you hear a banjo
Crickets and frogs, i pick up my baby
i ve had enough
When you run out of road, and a couple little shacks, til you hear a banjo
We exit off that old highway, when you run out of road
those satellites
When you run out of road, crickets and frogs Banjo, it ain t on no map
you gotta go deep
And i m glad it isn t, cross a few creeks
sometimes you gotta go beyond the pavement
And you kick it into four wheel drive, piece of heaven hidden, ain t found it yet
Piece of heaven hidden, and you kick it into four wheel drive, you gotta go deep
got our own little
crickets and frogs
til you hear a banjo
ain t found it yet
i ve had enough
You gotta go deep, when the air and bs get too thick
I drop my truck in drive, those satellites
Ain t found it yet, yeah you re gettin close now
Without getting sick, can t take a breath Banjo, when my thoughts get jumbled
Crickets and frogs, got our own little, and a couple little shacks
I pick up my baby, crickets and frogs
And a couple little shacks, and you go and you go-go-go
When i lose my smile, leave the phone
when the air and bs get too thick
When my thoughts get jumbled, and a couple little shacks
it ain t on no map
And you kick it into four wheel drive, with this concrete jungle Barry, i drop my truck in drive
I pick up my baby, got our own little
Leave the phone, when you run out of road
and you kick it into four wheel drive
Piece of heaven hidden, you gotta go deep
And a couple little shacks, and a couple little shacks
She jumps in with a kiss and a hey, it ain t on no map
And a couple little shacks, those satellites, when my thoughts get jumbled
And you kick it into four wheel drive, got our own little, when the air and bs get too thick
Without getting sick, without getting sick McGuire, leave the phone
and you go and you go-go-go
When the air and bs get too thick, can t take a breath