Best of Times Lyrics

Following the white line ain't as easy as it used to be

The two lane and even the four lane, they're becoming history

We'd pack up our old pickup and we'd cruise at 55

Stopping at our pit stops of diners, shops and dives

I drove an old Ford pickup, one half black and one half red

The radio dial was always tuned to Austin's KOKE FM

We'd cruise from town to town and never worry about the time

We'd get there when we got there, following the faint white line

Nowadays putting miles on the tires ain't what they seem

You could drive for miles and miles and never stop for gasoline

And out here on the two lane, running along the old main line

We're not making good time, we're having the best of times

I wish I still had that Ford, she's long gone now

And the places all along the old road are all but falling down

When I drive along the freeway, I sometimes slow it down

I take those lonely back roads and I stroll from town to town

So get off that bypass and join me on the route

We'll try to stop at places that have that friendly look

When you see those gravel driveways and those fresh baked honey buns

You know you're on the best road to have a little fun, I tell you

Nowadays putting miles on the tires ain't what they seem

You could drive for miles and miles and never stop for gasoline

And out here on the two lane, running along the old main line

We're not making good time, but we're having the best of times

We're not punching no clock, got nowhere to be

Stop to get out to stretch our head to our feet

Gonna stop smell the roses and enjoy some good eats

Maybe find a bakery and grab something sweet

The best of times

The best of times

The best of times