4 Goodyears Lyrics

She rolled into town

With the windows down

Maggie May playing on the radio

Of that El Camino

She was on summer break

Just getting in from Notre Dame

Staying with her grandma down the road

And she had ahold of me

For those next 12 weeks

Running through stop signs and gasoline

We were brand new tires on old back roads

Clouds of dust and Marlboro smoke

Hands surfing out the window

Going wherever the wind blows

Headlights off in an empty field

July moon in the windshield

Handprints in fogged up glass

God I wish I could just reach back

Through that rear view mirror

To those 3 good months

On those 4 Goodyears

Man we drove that thing

Til' the asphalt sang

The wheels still spin around in my head

At 17 years old

Life is just an open road

Hadn't felt that free til' then

Haven't felt that free since

We were brand new tires on old back roads

Clouds of dust and Marlboro smoke

Hands surfing out the window

Going wherever the wind blows

Headlights off in an empty field

July moon in the windshield

Handprints in fogged up glass

God I wish I could just reach back

Through that rear view mirror

To those 3 good months

On those 4 Goodyears

But when the rubber meets the road

Under an August sun

Girls and cars like that

Were made to run

But I still hear her singing

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh

We were brand new tires on old back roads

Clouds of dust and Marlboro smoke

Hands surfing out the window

Going wherever the wind blows

Headlights off in an empty field

July moon in the windshield

Handprints in fogged up glass

My God I wish I could just reach back

Through that rear view mirror

To those 3 good months

On those 4 Goodyears

And I'm still singing

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh