E double R U N Twenty-five minutes past quiting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Payin' no attention to them highway signs (Ninety mile
salvation liberation on the drive The power of the blaster move me faster 1965 Yeah wow, five yeah wow Demon-warp is comin' alive In 1965 five, five
looking daughter would make you swear theres something in the water Lyndals got some cousins out on the five mile plain they've got the family likeness they realy drive
up, Still goin strong. Got a job in the city, get up before dawn, Drive 60 miles an hour to get back home. The girl I love and a five year old, I got
Five days on the road on Coffee just to get back home to you Five days listenin' To Waylen and Willie And all that stuff they call new One call was
Next up was Henry and Nich Making the show go without a hitch Up and down the country and side to side With big yin driving it's a bumpy ride Miles
do? I don't know, whada you wanna do? Hey, we've been driving for 7 hours Hey, I got an idea, he he Yeah, what's that? Lets go to a drive-in
If you blink, you might miss it Population 803 Five miles long, four miles wide Feels just right to me Where a handshake still means something An' the
off your microphone Cause after me it's un-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable I got miles of styles, you must be out your
's alive Bobby's got his head hangin' over the side Here we are doin' only ninety-five What's the matter with you, man? I thought you said you could drive
A hundred cups of coffee, Five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway And I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on movin', I keep movin' down the
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man
We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive Backyard gigs, AXP, drinking till the early sunrise Beginning of an era, occupation concern
snow melt faster? This trip is a disaster Sixteen hour drive Just played in some dive New York to nowhere We're never gonna get there A million miles
up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a 2 day suitcase 'Cause there's a place we like to drive Way out in the country And five miles out of the
night I don't need directions To find my way back to you I only got five more miles, yeah Only four more miles, yeah I only got three miles, two miles One mile
high, stay fly For the city Live good, Stay right For the city I'm from the city of angels Everybody gotta' drive, So the streets is dangerous For the city Drive