[Verse 1]

Guitar cases, long faces

A warm embrace and Sarah’s tears

Freeway hums and sadness comes

And LAX just disappears

Airplane jails, and ginger ale

A magazine or two

Landing gear, and airport beer

And I'm on my way to you

[Chorus]

Rolling up route 74

Through the French Broad River corridor

I see old Black Mountain holding court

And I know the trip is getting short

And then there you are so divine

The crown on Queen Caroline

The Asheville city skyline

[Verse 2]

Old buds, bear hugs

Settle in to pick some strings

Blue Ridge trees, a Pisgah breeze

Ian's hungry and Jacob sings

Microphones, banjo drones

A banner head across my knee

Makers Mark, gettin' dark

Feels mighty fine to finally be

[Chorus]

Rolling up route 74

Through the French Broad River corridor

I see old Black Mountain holding court

And I know the trip is getting short

And then there you are so divine

The crown on Queen Caroline

The Asheville city skyline

[Verse 3]

Then it's said and done with a warm chuckle

The sound of a mando case buckle

Morning chill, a coffee bill

Take to the skies and realize

I sure wish that I was still

[Chorus]

Rolling up route 74

Through the French Broad River corridor

I see old Black Mountain holding court

And I know the trip is getting short

And then there you are so divine

The crown on Queen Caroline

The Asheville city skyline