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 a** 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,gear jamming, lane changing son of a b**** 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
Got the hammer down, detroit made 525 pushing' my a** 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,gear jamming, lane changing son of a b**** 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