Ballin' the Jack

Met a women on highway three
 They call her Casey, she's the mountain queen
 Lord, she really took ahold of me
 My brakes are burning as gain I speed
 And I'm tryna get my gears and speed in-sync
 But now we're running so hot I can barely breathe
 My heads like a load of swinging beef
 Casey's got a meat hook through my cheek
 I just can't seem to shake my racing heart free
 I'm swinging left, I'm swinging right
 This wind is blowing me like a kite
 I'm tryna make it down this mountain pass alive
 Slipped the clutch, I'm going way to fast
 At this speed there's no looking back
 That's what I call, ballin' the jack
 I call out God, are you on the CB
 Can you send me some counsel please
 Oh give me a preacher to read my last rights to me
 Or send me a hit of amphetamines
 So I can get a handle on my speed
 Ain't seen no exit since I picked up this mountain queen
 Well, this could be my last haul
 Like salt in a barrel going over the falls
 Oh please God, answer my call
 I slipped the clutch, I'm going way to fast
 At this speed there's no looking back
 That's what I call, ballin' the jack
 Casey tossed the apple to me
 And she took the wheel, the drivers seat
 She's got me begging and pleading down on my knees
 My face is white as a cotton sheet
 My heart is out flapping there in the breeze
 This engine is moaning just like young boy's dream
 If I slip, I might as well
 Just go ahead and toll my own bell
 This truck is flying like a bloodsucking bat out of hell
 Slipped the clutch, going way to fast
 At this speed there's no looking back
 That's what I call, ballin' the jack
 A ring of fire shoots down my spine
 I guess she's the type that likes to bind
 I can't see nothing with her blindfold over my eyes
 We all know it's just a matter of time
 When you're out here riding this fine white line
 You're gonna fly like a rocket at night on the Fourth of July