Karaoké Carry On Pat Green

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city

Billboards and bullshit got her down

Seems like you need a little hill country

A little back roads driving a little bit of that old top down

Yeah, and everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for awhile

Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me

Okay

Alright

Just might get a little high tonight

Okay

Alright

Carry on

Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville

You know, his eyes have seen the miles

Walt, why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy?

Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile

Yeah, and everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for awhile

We'll go down to El Arroyo have some tacos and beer yeah, and let ourselves go

Okay

Alright

Just might try to get it right tonight

I'm okay

I'm alright

Carry on, yeah

Life'll make sure that you got your troubles

Life'll make sure that you work too hard

There ain't nobody that don't get tired

Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard

Sometimes, you've got to grab your world with your own two hands

Set it spinning off on a course all your own

Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder

Find yourself some good times and bring them on back home

Yeah, and everybody gotta get away sometime

Forget about yourself for awhile

If you lay your whole life upon a shelf got no one to blame but your own damn self

Okay

Alright

Heaven only knows what gonna happen tonight

I'm okay

I'm alright

I'm okay

I'm alright

I'm okay

I'm alright

I'm okay

I'm alright

Oh, carry on, yeah