This Romer’s Gonna Roam

Well hey now

Yeah the wheels are warm

Got a little blacktop fever in the break of day

Dust on the chrome and a grin that won't stay

Engine talking rough like a back porch band Left a set of

tire marks where I used to stand

Every county line starts calling my name I don't sit still and

I don't ride tame

Kick that motor over Let the whole town know

When the red light drops

I'm gone, gone,

gone

Kelly, you were made for a wider sky More than that water

and the fireflies

Born in Alabama, but your wheels would roll To a Florida shoreline

and a life of your own

Kelly, keep your hands on the dream you trust

Big road, old truck,

and a cloud of dust

Now the juke joint sign starts shaking red Boot heels hit hard

and the room wakes dead He threw one look back then he

hit the door Said the world gets small if you ask for

more There's a map in his blood and a spark in his

boot Hard luck howling but he's cutting loose

Ain't no fence gonna hold this frame Ain't no small town gonna

cool this flame Strike that match and roll

This

Romer's gonna roam This Romer's gonna roam Fire in the axle and

a heart of chrome This

Romer's gonna roam This

Romer's gonna roam Gone by sunrise and he won't back down

(yeah) (ahh) (come on) This Romer's gonna

roam This Romer's gonna

roam Raise that dust and let it roll back home This

Romer's gonna roam

This Romer's gonna roam Wild and laughing down the county road This

Romer's gonna

roam Gonna roam Yeah yeah (ooh)