There
was a long black Cadillac
with a trail of flashes blinking.
So I stopped at the quicksack
and while they passed by, I got to thinking,
don't put off forgiving
and living from one of these days.
Cause life ain't just something that can wait.
So call your mama,
kiss your babies,
pick the ones from roadside days.
Drink a beer with back home buddies,
make a memory,
not just money.
Spin a bait,
a good honey hole,
a Sunday drive's good for the soul.
Put a little slow in your roll or you're gonna miss it.
Times a ticking.
I pull back on the road,
seeing things a little different.
Yeah, the soul boy ain't broke.
He just needs a little fixing.
As much as I'd like to hold back.
Getting any older,
this old world ain't gonna start spinning any slower.
So call your mama,
kiss your babies,
pick the ones from roadside days.
Drink a beer with back home buddies,
make a memory,
not just money.
Spin a bait,
a good honey hole,
a Sunday drive's good for the soul.
Put a little slow in your roll or you're gonna miss it.
Times a ticking.
And it will be till it ain't.
Times a ticking.
Take it in until you can.
So
call your mama,
kiss your babies,
pick the ones from roadside days.
Drink a beer with back home buddies,
make a memory,
not just money.
Spin a bait,
a good honey hole,
a Sunday drive's good for the soul.
Put a little slow in your roll or you're gonna miss it.
Times a ticking.
Yeah, times a ticking.