Don't prevail, just do your best Leave the fortune for the rest Hang the necklace at your breast Help me zip my denim vest Stop the car and pick some fruit Get you in your birthday suit To the lake to have a swim This is where it all begins Leave the talking to the weak We don't even have to speak Twenty-three's the time to beat Spend the rest on chocolate treats Grab your bag and crack the beer We'll drink the whole damn thing right here With our souls so close, so near Fifty feet from doves and deer Lay the blanket in the sand Curl your toes up in my hand Now your wish is my command On this ancient sacred land I was driving, driving, driving, and I Lost my cell phone We might get blown But I know we'll get home Drivin' on the country backroads I'll lose my cell phone We might get blown But I know we'll get home Drivin' on the country backroads I'll lose my cell phone, yeah And we might get blown But I, I know we'll get home Drivin' on the country backroads Drivin' on the country backroads