Running through the fields where palms cut hay
Heading down to the creek for three or four days
*** my fishing poles and my tackle bag
Baby's in the front seat and the guitar's in the back
Never know what you'll have
Till you take a look in the past
Mama's ringing that bell on the front porch
Kids all sitting in the sky
Watching on the screen door
Mama's gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Heading down the back road laughing
We don't give a * what happens
Might have made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper
These dogs are barking the same old songs
This old pickup truck's just humming along
It runs off teenage love and cheap gasoline
This ain't a lot if you know what I mean
Stand out late and see what I mean
I don't wanna leave
This bed I'll make before they're scarlet green
Mama's ringing that bell on the front porch
Kids all sitting in the sky
Watching on the screen door
Mama's gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Heading down the back road laughing
We don't give a * what happens
Might have made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper
Time for each other
Mama's ringing that bell on the front porch
Kids all sitting there scratching on the screen door
Mama's gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Heading down the back road laughing
We don't give a * what happened
Might have made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper