Four Wheels and a Sixstring

If I had the choice,
 I don't need another second
 Give me five more minutes for packing,
 And I'll be gone
 And I will write you in my songs,
 Don't blame me when I'm drunk
 Just visit me if you're wondering how things are going.
 Give me four wheels and a sixstring,
 A bottle of booze a day
 And I'll play my songs,
 And get wasted on my way.
 Well the things aren't always shiny,
 But it's always better than rain
 And the whiskey will chase the clouds,
 Then the sun will find her way
 And when I'll wake up every morning,
 And I'll think about you back home
 I will drink another glass,
 For all those moments I'm feeling alone.
 Give me four wheels and a sixstring,
 A bottle of booze a day
 And I'll play my songs,
 And get wasted on my way.
 Could you tell to me what's so great,
 Of being a slave for something that you hate
 45 years of regrets,
 I prefer this road until I'm dead.
 Give me four wheels and a sixstring,
 A bottle of booze a day
 And I'll play my songs,
 And get wasted on my way
 And I'll play my songs,
 And get wasted on my way
 And I'll play my songs,
 And get wasted everyday