Colby Yates Slow Lane
It was one of those mornings
when I hit the floor running
Had a million things on my plate
I was stressed to the limit
Had fifteen minutes to a meeting that I couldn't be late
Then the traffic started backing up
I thought what the hells happened now
There's an old man creeping down the interstate
Slowing everybody down
Chorus:
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
Like he ain't got a care
Like he's got all day
Taking his sweet time
Setting his own pace
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
Well I honked as I passed him
And I zipped on the gas
He just smiled and waved
The world was flying' 90 miles an hour by him
And he wasn't running the race
I got to thinking man it must be nice
To have nothing more then that to do
Ol' Cap on your head,fishing pole in the bed
Just liven' your life on through
Chorus:
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
Like he ain't got a care
Like he's got all day
Taking his sweet time
Setting his own pace
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
I've been working,fighting,scraping
And I really can't tell you why
I got all this stress and all this debt
And all I really wanna be is that guy
Chorus:
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
Like he ain't got a care
Like he's got all day
Taking his sweet time
Setting his own pace
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
Driving that ol' truck in the slow lane
Ya thats gonna be me one day
I'm gonna get one with rust all down the side
The kind you don't have to paint it
