Salmon Arm

I’m rollin' out at dawn, headed down to work, In Abbotsford’s fields where the early birds chirp. Wheels hummin' soft beneath the morning sky, Coffee in my hand, and a sparkle in my eye. Oh, if I just keep drivin', past the Clearbrook Road, Straight on through the valley, let the north wind blow. Abbotsford behind me, my worries all disarmed, By sunset, I’ll be dreamin' way up in Salmon Arm. Each mile I cover, brings a memory so sweet, Of the Fraser Valley, where the earth and heaven meet. A smile comes easy, as I recall the charm, Of rolling hills that lead all the way to Salmon Arm. Sometimes life's a highway, where the choices are so stark, Miss your turn at Clearbrook, and you’re shooting through the dark. But every road I travel, whether near or far, Brings me closer to the heart of what matters, by car. Oh, if I just keep drivin', past the Clearbrook Road, Straight on through the valley, let the north wind blow. Abbotsford behind me, my worries all disarmed, By sunset, I’ll be dreamin' way up in Salmon Arm. So I’ll ride this road as far as it will go, From Abbotsford’s morning to Salmon Arm’s glow. And in every journey, there’s a tale to warm, The soul of a traveler I’m rollin' out at dawn, headed down to work, In Abbotsford’s fields where the early birds chirp. Wheels hummin' soft beneath the morning sky, Coffee in my hand, and a sparkle in my eye. Oh, if I just keep drivin', past the Clearbrook Road, Straight on through the valley, let the north wind blow. Abbotsford behind me, my worries all disarmed, By sunset, I’ll be dreamin' way up in Salmon Arm. Each mile I cover, brings a memory so sweet, Of the Fraser Valley, where the earth and heaven meet. A smile comes easy, as I recall the charm, Of rolling hills that lead all the way to Salmon Arm. Sometimes life's a highway, where the choices are so stark, Miss your turn at Clearbrook, and you’re shooting through the dark. But every road I travel, whether near or far, Brings me closer to the heart of what matters, by car. Oh, if I just keep drivin', past the Clearbrook Road, Straight on through the valley, let the north wind blow. Abbotsford behind me, my worries all disarmed, By sunset, I’ll be dreamin' way up in Salmon Arm. So I’ll ride this road as far as it will go, From Abbotsford’s morning to Salmon Arm’s glow. And in every journey, there’s a tale to warm, The soul of a traveler