Patch the Potholes, Keep Rolling On

Now look at them tourists. That's the way they do it. They park by

the shore just to take one pic. That ain't research, that's the way

they do it. Ask where the lake is like it's gonna move real quick.

Yeah, buddy, we've been here. We've been doing the work.

Wind in our faces, dust on our shirt. They want the

small-town magic with a filter and a caption. We want the coffee hot and

the truck to start with traction. We gotta patch these potholes. We gotta haul

these folding chairs. We gotta set up for the weekend. And act like