Rolling down the road in the heart of Texas Driving band playing, country western Driving all night trying to make the next gig Sure ain't getting any rested With the highway below and the Lord above me On the telephone saying, don't cry honey Trying to make enough to keep the motor running Sure ain't in it for the money This ain't check cashin' country Ain't check cashin' country Nights are getting long and the miles are showing Life of a country rock and roll band Looking out for the highway patrol man Love to stick around, we got to go man Wake up to the sound of the tires on the highway Pull into a truck stop, poured me a coffee Lord knows the miles that have gone behind me Sure ain't in it for the money This ain't check cashin' country Ain't check cashin' country, naw-ha I hear that tip jars got a jingle Cause we ain't got a single, on the radio We may go dancing around wherever we go Trying to turn a nickel, to solid country gold It goes T for Texas and Tennessee We got miles to cover and places to be The highways the only kind of life for me Sure ain't in it for the money This ain't check cashin' country Ain't check cashin' country, naw-ha (no it ain't) I hear that tip jars got a jingle Cause we ain't got a single, on the radio We may go dancing around wherever we go Trying to turn a nickel, to solid country gold It goes T for Texas and Tennessee We got miles to cover and places to be If y'all don't two-step, then we don't eat Sure ain't out here for the money This ain't check cashin' country Ain't check cashin' country Country Country, ohh Ain't check cashin' country No it ain't