[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar strum, distant harmonica hum] Dust on the dashboard, sun coming up Coffee steam curling in my cup [Verse 1 – steady bass line, light snare tap] Got a map marked with X's and faded names RV engine humming through the plains Left the city smoke and the concrete walls Chasing sunsets and small-town calls [Pre-Chorus – rising fiddle melody, soft harmonies] No clock to race, no boss to blame Just the open road and my last name Every mile's a page I get to write Under endless blue and starry night [Chorus – full country band, warm harmonies] RV roads and radio gold Stopping at diners where the pie's still cold Miles of wheat fields, mountain views This old rig's got nothing to lose RV roads and radio gold Making memories that never get old Where the wind blows free and the time moves slow This is the life I was born to know [Interlude – fiddle solo, acoustic guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – softer guitar, subtle mandolin pick] Met a old man at a gas station pump Told me stories 'bout the roads he'd jumped Gave me a postcard from a town I'd never seen Said "Son, keep going, don't let the dream get mean" [Pre-Chorus – building fiddle, layered harmonies] No clock to race, no boss to blame Just the open road and my last name Every mile's a page I get to write Under endless blue and starry night [Chorus – full band, more energetic, pedal steel accent] RV roads and radio gold Stopping at diners where the pie's still cold Miles of wheat fields, mountain views This old rig's got nothing to lose RV roads and radio gold Making memories that never get old Where the wind blows free and the time moves slow This is the life I was born to know [Bridge – stripped-back acoustic guitar, quiet vocals] Got a photo of my folks taped to the dash Reminds me where I came from, where I'm heading past This old rig's got a few dents and scars But it's carried me through the best of my stars [Final Chorus – full band, soaring harmonies, pedal steel solo] RV roads and radio gold Stopping at diners where the pie's still cold Miles of wheat fields, mountain views This old rig's got nothing to lose RV roads and radio gold Making memories that never get old Where the wind blows free and the time moves slow This is the life I was born to know [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, distant harmonica] Dust on the dashboard, sun going down Another day on the road, another town