The Road

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 burning 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 burning 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 Abilene
 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 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