Drivin' 'round
You're pointing out the faded places from your past
Fill up the tank
And I don't question all the bad times that you've had
All the bad times that you've had

You've got a story, a dotted line
You have your sins, and I've got mine
It's nothing special, ain't that fine
Ain't that fine

I've got a story, a dotted line
Where it begins, the when and why
It's nothing special, ain't that fine
Ain't that fine

I've been around
There were years when I was breaking every rule
But I'm coming down
I can't believe the things I put my mother through
But it's alright
I guess we all deserve our turn to be a fool
I took my turn and so did you

I've got a story, a dotted line
I have my sins, I've done my time
Nothing special, ain't that fine
Ain't that fine

I've got a story, a dotted line
When it's connecting yours to mine
Nothing special, ain't that fine
Ain't that fine

Ain't that fine

When Friday night
Finally comes I'll leave my troubles at the door
And all our friends
They pile in, we sit for supper on the floor
Why would I ever ask for more

Some folks have it better
But oh we've got it good

We've got a story, a dotted line
No need to hurry, take our time
Nothing special, ain't that fine
Ain't that fine

We've got a story, a dotted line
Where it begins, the when and why
Nothing special, ain't that fine?
Ain't that fine

(Ain't that fine)
We've got a story, a dotted line
We've got a dollar and a dime
Nothing special, ain't that fine
Ain't that fine
Ain't that fine
Ain't that fine
Ain't that fine