The Road

There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours

I got to double drive down south 'bout 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 that small time jail

No, not around here

I got the bird dog on, radio cranked

Gear jammin' lane changin' 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

Well, 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