Don't Drive Through - David Myles

Every now and then

I run into a friend

That tells me that their travelling cross the country end to end

They tell me 'bout their plans

And where their going to

When I ask about New Brunswick

They say

«We're driving through»

And I say driving through

You can’t drive right through

Oh the woods may be thick

And the highway may be new

But that don’t mean that you should drive right through

Oh you gotta take a break

You gotta make some stops

You can’t come this far without seeing the Hopewell Rocks

Take my word

It’ll be worth your time

That walk along the fundy shore will blow your mind

And I bet you now

We’ll both see the day

You’ll call me up

And I’ll here you say

«Drive (drive) (drive) right through

Drive right through

Oh I went to see those rocks like you told me to

And I’m so glad that I didn’t drive right through

Oh I went to see those rocks like you told me to

And I’m so glad that I didn’t drive right through"

And to think my friend

That we’ve just begun

Those Hopewell Rocks are great

But there’s more to be done

There’s the North Shore, Caraquet, and Tracadie

Bathurst, Bouctouche, and the Miramachi

There’s Fredericton, Hartland, Edmundston, Moncton, Quispamsis

I hope you’re taking notes

I hope you’re making a list

Saint-Léonard, Saint-Quentin

St. Andrews and Saint John

If you drive right through you’ll be doing it all wrong

Drive right through

Drive right through

Oh you heard about New Brunswick

But I bet you never knew

All the things that you miss

If you drive right through

Drive right through

Drive right through

Oh you heard about New Brunswick

But I bet you never knew

All the things that you miss

If you drive right through

You’ll be missin' lots

Don’t drive right through

Oh you’ll be missin' lots

Don’t drive right through

Oh you’ll be missin' lots

Don’t drive right through

Oh you’ll be missin' lots

Don’t drive right through