The Doherty Slide
Got woke up that mornin' said the snow was coming down
If you're gonna make it home friend you better just leave now
Two nights, two shows, two hundred miles away, is where I was
I have to let home find me before the devil does
She's an old worn out suburban and I got'er from my dad
She takes me where I'm going and the road it ain't that bad
She used to haul the horses, Now she hauls all my ambition
I guess wanderin' around is just a, Family Tradition
My Chevrolet is old and gray but she was built to roam
The engines strong and hums along sweet as a honeycomb
They wish me well, I leave Adel, I'm pushin' forty five
I can hardly see in front of me, when I reach the Doherty Slide
She's an old worn out suburban and I got'er from my dad
She takes me where I'm going and the road it ain't that bad
She used to haul the horses, Now she hauls all my ambition
I guess wanderin' around is just a, Family Tradition
Goin' bout five miles an hour I finally saw the other side
I made it through the mountains on a slow and slippery slide
I was stretchin' through the valley when I finally saw the sun
Put my pedal to the floor I had the devil on the run
She's an old worn out suburban and I got'er from my dad
She takes me where I'm going and the road it ain't that bad
She used to haul the horses, Now she hauls all my ambition
I guess wanderin' around is just a, Family Tradition
If you're gonna make it home friend you better just leave now
Two nights, two shows, two hundred miles away, is where I was
I have to let home find me before the devil does
She's an old worn out suburban and I got'er from my dad
She takes me where I'm going and the road it ain't that bad
She used to haul the horses, Now she hauls all my ambition
I guess wanderin' around is just a, Family Tradition
My Chevrolet is old and gray but she was built to roam
The engines strong and hums along sweet as a honeycomb
They wish me well, I leave Adel, I'm pushin' forty five
I can hardly see in front of me, when I reach the Doherty Slide
She's an old worn out suburban and I got'er from my dad
She takes me where I'm going and the road it ain't that bad
She used to haul the horses, Now she hauls all my ambition
I guess wanderin' around is just a, Family Tradition
Goin' bout five miles an hour I finally saw the other side
I made it through the mountains on a slow and slippery slide
I was stretchin' through the valley when I finally saw the sun
Put my pedal to the floor I had the devil on the run
She's an old worn out suburban and I got'er from my dad
She takes me where I'm going and the road it ain't that bad
She used to haul the horses, Now she hauls all my ambition
I guess wanderin' around is just a, Family Tradition
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Writer(s): Eric Mercado
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