2 acessos
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
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
And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road