Runnin' With The Wind

(album: Jersey Boy - 1990)

Big wheels spinning
On the blacktop
I feel like
I never will stop

Let 'em roll
Until I drop
Rolling all night and day

I can't get nothing
On the radio
I listen
To the windshield wipers go

Just like the song
I used to know
I'm driving my life away, hey
Driving my life away

I'm just running with the wind
Hell on wheels
Pedal to the metal
Driving into the black of night again

I'm just running with the wind
One bad machine
Mean ol' Mack
We've seen a lot of black track
Running with the wind

Pretty little girl in Amarillo
She looks like
She knows every way to go
Well, I just said, baby, El Paso

There's more than big wheels
Going around, you know
She said don't worry, baby
'Cause you're gonna be fine
I'll get you down the road
In plenty of time

I'm better for you
Than that white line
That you've been chasing around
And around, and around
And around, and around

I'm just running with the wind
Hell on wheels
Pedal to the metal
Driving into the black of night again

I'm just running with the wind
One fine machine
Mean ol' Mack
We've seen a lot of black track
Running with the wind

Run it down

I'm just running with the wind
Hell on wheels
Pedal to the metal
Driving into the black of night again

I'm just running with the wind
One bad machine
Mean ol' Mack
We've seen a lot of black track
Running with the wind

I'm just running, running with the wind
Running, running with the wind

I'm just running, running
Running, running with the wind