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