The Road

There’s a thousand miles and eighteen hours
I got to double drive down southbound 35
I got the hammer down, Detroit made
525 pushin' 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 got a full grown creepin' up on my tail
And I won’t make bail in this small time jail, no, not 'round here
I got the bird dog on, radio cranked
Gear jammin', lane changin' son of a bitch, you bet ya, 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 hand full of pills
And I won’t quit till I hit the coop 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 o' 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