I was drivin home
By the river side
Richard thompson on
And the day so fine
Pennsylvania towns
Sort of slip right by
In a soft line south
Under purple skies.

I was driving home
Through the sunday bells
Through the trailer towns
Through the rolling hills
From behind some cloud
The sun still shines
And the streams run down
The mountain sides.

Slow down what's the hurry
There's no rush today
There won't be too many
Days like today.

I was drivin' home
On the black top tar
Up and down this road
Like a cartoon car
Mason dixon line
Slips behind me now
Golden fields go by
Golden sun goes down.

Slow down what's the hurry
There's no rush today
There won't be too many
Days like today.

Driving home.
Driving home...