Rowboat LyricsThen the next day we made for the coast With a gas can in the trunk A gun under the seat and hope We tied your hair up and backseat drove like the old days I put my foot down, turned off the lights, and prayed Over the Appalachians and down, down, down Blew through a checkpoint And shot the right taillight out Parked by an old wing store and I got the dark beach Steal a boat Gone