Curly would drive that old pickup truck   Lilly would roll a cigarette   They never sweated the money they made   They get by just fine on anything they get      Curly worked the Dobro for seven long years   Always on the road not at home   He told Lilly one day before it all slips away   Let's take the kids out there and make it on our own      It's good times 'till they get here   Short time 'till they're gone   Just picking and singing in a family band   Traveling and living off the land      Picking and fishing and meeting other folks   Making home brew and cooking steaks   Wear your old clothes and drive those old country roads   Live your mistakes and make up your own breaks      They traveled this country from L.A to Maine   Seattle and back to Key West   Through hundreds of gigs and all the miles they did   They say that raising five kids tops the list      It's good times 'till they get here   Short time 'till they're gone   Just picking and singing in a family band   Traveling and living off the land      Curly told me if you want to be free   You got to be your own boss   Be fair with those you like, do what you think is right   If they still don't like you, pack it up and walk      It's good times 'till they get here   Short time 'till they're gone   Just picking and singing in a family band   Traveling and living off the land      It's good times 'till they get here   Short time 'till they're gone   Just picking and singing in a family band   Traveling and living off the land