The Road

(álbum: The Road - 2012)

There's a thousand miles and eighteen hours
I got to double drive down southbound 35
I got the hammer down, Detroit made
525 pushing my ass right down that line

And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road

I got a full grown creeping up on my tail
And I won't make bail in this small time jail, no, not 'round here
I got the bird dog on, radio cranked
Gear jamming, lane changing son of a bitch, you bet ya, son

And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road

Just left the jail with a hand full of pills
And I won't quit till I hit the coop in Abilene
I'm almost there there's just a few more miles
I'll make the drop and I'll turn and burn, I'm out o' here

And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road

And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road