Follow That Road
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An upbeat country-pop song with bright female vocals narrating a spontaneous road trip adventure with a best friend.
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Called up Joe, her one good plan
He brought two flashlights, a bag of fries
And a rubber chicken in a cowboy tie
They rolled past fields where the tall grass leaned
Chasing a rumor from a county dream
The moon looked down like it knew their names
And the radio crackled through the static rain
Whoa, follow that road wherever it bends
Whoa, treasure is better with your best friends
If the wheels fall off, we'll laugh and run
Turn the wrong way, not into a rising sun
Whoa, nobody knows where the story goes
But the best good times are the ones you don't plan
With a map, two hearts, and a half-full van
They crossed a creek on a piece of tin
Joe lost one boot but he still grinned
Molly found a key in a mason jar
Next to a sign that read not too far
They climbed a hill past a sleepy dog
Through a gate marked absolutely not
At the top stood an old windmill
Turned slow in the midnight chill
Behind the mill was a wooden chest
Covered in dust and a bluebird nest
They held their breath, they turned the key
And found to know where the gold should be
Whoa, follow that road wherever it bends
Whoa, treasure is better with your best friends
If the wheels fall off, we'll laugh and run
Turn a wrong way night into a rising sun
Whoa, nobody knows where the story goes
But the best good times are the ones you don't plan
With a map, two hearts, and a half full van
The note said, you found what you came to find
A night worth keeping, a tale worth telling
A heart gone like
Molly laughed till she had to sit
Joe held up the chicken like a championship
No silver, no jewels, no pirate crown
Just the whole wide world when the sun came down
Whoa, follow that road wherever it bends
Whoa, treasure is better with your best friends
If the wheels fall off, we'll laugh and run
Turn a wrong way night into a rising sun
Whoa, nobody knows where the story goes
But the best good times are the ones you don't plan
With a map, two hearts and a half full van
Molly keeps a map above her bed
Joe keeps the boot that he never found instead
And every Friday when the sky turns gold
They chase one more story down an unfamiliar road
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