Ever since the youngest days that I remember, I've had an obsession with music. I grew slowly, learned to play, and things came together, I got a little bit better, and I could use it. I would imitate everything that I could find, from Motown jams to R&B to classic rockin lines. I knew not a thing about the open road, too busy doing what I was told and dreamin to break away. Wandering one day, no burden of a heavy load, just a kid on the open road. Now I'm all grown up and the only thing I see is the dreadful thought of sticking to an everyday routine. I do my best to keep it far away from me. Too many days on end will break your sanity. I've just got to get away and the only way I've found is to put the pedal down man and escape without a sound. Time for me to satisfy my wanderlust, There's nothing else that I have ever wanted much. The open road man and the wind blowin through my beard, I don't care where we go, white lines are all that I know to satisfy my lust for the road. Ever since the youngest days that I remember, I've had an obsession with music. Now I'm all gown up and it's come together, and with the help of a few friends I get to use it. The only time I'm feeling free with the purest peace of mind is when music fills my everything, I'm aware and feeling fine. Breaking out, here we go. Don't care where we go. Dropin this heavy load. Hit the gas man, we're gone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
