Lyrics
Five o'clock on the ridge road Three trucks and a tractor in line A man on a mule would have beat us home But I've got no place to be but fine Used to be in a hurry Used to honk and curse the sky Now I roll the window down a crack And let the hay smell drift on by Rush hour on the ridge road Everybody's crawling home Got a sandwich on the dashboard And the radio to hum Nobody's getting nowhere fast But everybody's getting there Rush hour on the ridge road Slow as a Sunday prayer The farmer in the red truck Lifts two fingers off the wheel I lift two back, that's all we need It's how the hills say how you feel A school bus full of faces Pressed up against the glass A little girl waves at my old dog And I wave back as we pass Rush hour on the ridge road Everybody's crawling home Got a sandwich on the dashboard And the radio to hum Nobody's getting nowhere fast But everybody's getting there Rush hour on the ridge road Slow as a Sunday prayer I spent a lifetime building Porches, doors and stairs Never thought the best part of the day Was sitting still right there Rush hour on the ridge road Everybody's crawling home Got a sandwich on the dashboard And the radio to hum Nobody's getting nowhere fast But everybody's getting there Rush hour on the ridge road Slow as a Sunday prayer Porch light's on up yonder I can see it from the bend Take your time, old ridge road Take your time, my friend