There's a thousand miles and eighteen hours I've got a double drive down southbound 35 Got the hammer down, detroit made 525 pushing' my ass right down that line And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road
I've got a full-grown creeping' up on my tail, no I won't make bail in this small town jail no not right here I've got the bird dog on, radio cranked, gear jammin lane changin son of a bitch you betcha son And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road
Just left the jail with a handful of pills and I won't quit til I hit the coup in Abiline I'm almost there, there's just a few more miles, I'll make the drop, I'll turn and burn I'm outta here And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road
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