Rollin’ Down The Ridge

Woke up with the sunrise kissin’ my face,

Coffee on the fire, got a wild kind of grace.

Boots on the porch, banjo by the door,

Ain’t much I need, but I’m always wantin’ more.

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I’m rollin’ down the ridge, singin’ low and loud,

Kickin’ up dust on a backroad cloud.

Got a fiddle in the wind and a rhythm in my soul,

A heart made of pine and a wheel that rolls.

No map, no plan, just the sky above—

Rollin’ down the ridge with the ones I love.

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Old hound dog’s barkin’ at a squirrel again,

Neighbors say I’m crazy, but I call it bein’ Zen.

Got a jug of sweet cider and a tale to spin,

If you play that dobro, I’ll jump right in.

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I’m rollin’ down the ridge, singin’ low and loud,

Kickin’ up dust on a backroad cloud.

Got a fiddle in the wind and a rhythm in my soul,

A heart made of pine and a wheel that rolls.

No map, no plan, just the sky above—

Rollin’ down the ridge with the ones I love.

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If the creek runs high, we’ll ride it out,

If the rain comes in, we’ll sing and shout.

No fear, no fuss, just a beat-up truck,

And a lifetime’s worth of good ol’ luck.

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I’m rollin’ down the ridge, singin’ low and loud,

Kickin’ up dust on a backroad cloud.

Got a fiddle in the wind and a rhythm in my soul,

A heart made of pine and a wheel that rolls.

Ain’t nothin’ like the life I dream of—

Rollin’ down the ridge with the ones I love!

Yeehaw!

Rollin’ down the ridge, rollin’ free…

That’s the only life for me.