He's so good I'm so bad If I get blue He'll get sad And I never can get enough Of the way his strength is tough Oh, he won't let my times get rough I say drive on boy And he'll ride on I say drive on boy And he'll ride on He runs for the doctor Whenever I get a headache Always going to do something To make me feel good He fix me a pot of grits I've got the fire He's got the wood Ha, ha, ha... I can dance He can play I can sing His blues away And I never seem to get enough Of the way his strength is tough Oh, he won't let my times get rough I say drive on boy And he'll ride on I say drive on boy And he'll ride on.