The Road

There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours
I got to double drive down south by 35
I got the hammer down Detroit made
5 25 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 out on my tail
And I won't make bail in that small time jail
No not around here

I got the bird dog on radio cranked
Gear jamming lane changing son of a bitch
You bet you 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 coupe 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 of 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