I wrote this when I was in the country

The last few weeks were filled with dust and the lonely prairie sun

Chasin’ strays and brandin’ hides, my cowboy work was never done

But that long and lonesome cattle drive, well, it’s finally in the past

And the dusty old pickup’s pointed east, puttin’ down the miles so fast

The smell of diesel and stale coffee, that’s all I’ve known for days

Now I’m rollin’ down Highway 70, through a Carolina haze

Seein’ signs for Morehead City, makin’ my heart beat hard and true

Knowin’ I’m gettin’ closer to that salty, ocean blue