From the recording Bonita

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Lyrics

Well, the way things are going
It's been made very clear.
The only thing left to do is get the hell outta here.

When the horses are broken
And your dreams have disappeared
Paint yourself a sunset and get the hell outta here.

No matter where the road takes you.
No matter where it all began.
The good Lord won't forsake you.
The road is your friend.

When the whiskey ain't working.
What she said won't leave your ear.
Your love won't make the phone ring.
She got the hell outta here.

When you're past the point of trying.
And your dreams have disappeared.
The only thing left to do is get the hell outta here.

No matter where the road takes you.
No matter where it all began.
The good Lord won't forsake you.
The road is your friend.

The clouds are whispering.
There's a smile in the wind.
The road keeps on rolling.
Ride until it ends.