Yeah... Gennady on the road. Let's go.

Packed his car, boots in the back,

Thermos full of tea, duffel full of snacks.

Left the village at dawn, dust off the tires,

Chasin' sunsets on the highway, settin' old fences on fire.

No map, no marks, just a compass that spins,

Gennady's on the road and the journey begins.

Yeah, I'm ridin' down the road with my car,

Gennady in the wind, ain't nobody in my way.

Got a thermos and a dream and a beat-up guitar,

I'm a country boy rollin' — I'ma take it real far.

Can't nobody hold me, can't nobody slow me down,

Gennady's on the road — king of this town.

First night by the river, fire out of pine,

Gennady on a log with a bottle of moonshine.

Played the harp, let it echo through the pines,

Stars above the water — whole world shines.