Drive Slow
Sam... the truck's packed. Your whole life in eight boxes and a duffel. I'm gonna follow you to the highway, then I'm gonna let you go. Text your mother. Drive slow. [Verse] Eight boxes and a hand-me-down chair Three hundred miles to a dorm-room stair I taught you to drive on this gravel lane Now you're pulling out and I'm staying — same [Chorus] Sam, drive slow, but get gone (get gone) Hands at ten and two like I showed you, son I'll watch your tail-lights shrink and fade Drive slow, Sam — you've already got it made [Verse] Saw you flip that tassel, scan the crowd Found my face, gave a nod — not too loud That's us. We don't make a scene Best four years of work I've ever seen [Chorus] Sam, drive slow, but get gone (get gone) Hands at ten and two like I showed you, son I'll watch your tail-lights shrink and fade Drive slow, Sam — you've already got it made [Bridge] (mmm, Sam) I always said be careful, watch the road Truth is I just wanted one more mile to hold — go on. I taught you. Go. [Final Chorus] Sam, drive slow, but get gone (get gone) Hands at ten and two like I showed you, son Call when you land, then live your life Drive slow, Sam — you've already got it made [Outro] (oh, Sam) You've already got it made
