[Verse 1] I got dirt under my nails I got a hole in my blue jeans My El Camino ain't for sale I got no million-dollar dream My neighbors say I lack ambition My mama swears I'm tryin' to die Don't know if I'd call myself a Christian But I swear to God I was born to drive
[Chorus] Tonight I'll tear into that '68 200 horses all American-made Worn out guitar, it never leaves my side Drifting hard into that neon night It's an addition to the songs I scream Smoother than cocaine and whisky It ain't a place I'm trying to find It's the way I've been designed I swear to god I was born to drive
[Verse 2] They caught me going one way Guess my voice leap right of the bridge I grip the steering wheel with steady hands And whispered “Catch me if you can” Now I'm flying down that 24 Might be my last one for awhile Those prison bars can kiss my asphalt soul I sure as hell ain't goin' quiet
[Chorus] So now I'll tear into that ‘68 200 horses all American-made Worn out guitar, it never leaves my side Drifting hard into that neon night It's an addition to the songs I scream Smoother than cocaine and whisky It ain't a place I'm trying to find It's the way I've been designed I swear to god I was born to drive
[Outro] I got dirt under my nails I got a hole in my hole in my blue jeans My El Camino ain't for sale I got no million-dollar dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
