Roll On Bessie

(Verse 1) Sun barely peaking over cloudy Spokane skies Coffee in the cup holder, crossing the lines Mom’s navigating, Dad’s holding the wheel That hum beneath the tires is the only thing real Good old Bessie shining in the morning glow Ready for the miles, anywhere we wanna go. (Verse 2) Got our whole circus traveling in tow Grandma Patty’s convoy right behind the show Rosa, Skyler, and Emma in the back-seat brigade Little partners in crime for the memories made Half the family tree sitting right in the rear Singing along to everything we hear. (Chorus) Oh, roll on, Bessie, take us out to the sea! From the eastern pines to the water wild and free Windows rolled down, singing loud to the beat Seven in the crew making every mile sweet All the way across till the highway bends To the Westport shore where the map line ends! (Verse 3) Felt the cold mist where the big falls fall Paused by the river where the guitar sings for all "Come as you are," carved in wood and in stone A quiet little pause on the road from home Then the air turned salty as the gray skies broke We rolled into Westport with the ocean folk! (Verse 4) Now we’re all packed in Bessie, side by side Seven loud voices along for the ride Dad at the wheel, heading down to the docks Where the sea lions bark from the timber and rocks Sand on the floorboards, treasure on the dash Tall white lighthouse in an amber flash. (Chorus) Oh, roll on, Bessie, take us out to the sea! From the eastern pines to the water wild and free Windows rolled down, singing loud to the beat Seven in the crew making every mile sweet All the way across till the highway bends To the Westport shore where the map line ends! (Bridge) Little gift shop trinkets and salt on our skin Ocean Shores breeze blowing back in again Laughing so hard that our bellies are sore Always room for one great memory more. (Chorus) Oh, roll on, Bessie, take us out to the sea! From the eastern pines to the water wild and free Windows rolled down, singing loud to the beat Seven in the crew making every mile sweet All the way across till the highway bends To the Westport shore where the map line ends! (Chorus) Oh, roll on, Bessie, take us out to the sea! From the eastern pines to the water wild and free Windows rolled down, singing loud to the beat Seven in the crew making every mile sweet All the way across till the highway bends To the Westport shore where the map line ends! (Outro) Yeah, seven in the van as the day turns gold Best kind of story that’ll never get old Roll on, Bessie… Take us all the way home.