I-35

It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get away
 I out ran a cold front when I gave my truck the reins
 Barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind
 Forget the race find an open space, leave that city far behind
 Well hello there Austin, you look to be just fine
 Well pardon me San Marcos, but Im trying to make some time
 Theres a storm in my rear-view and a city on my nerves
 But theres a piece of mind in the straight-away and comfort in the curves
 I didnt pull off in Von Ormy, like I normally do
 I went on down to Devine town, I bought a six-pack or two
 I glanced back across my shoulder, like a seventh season buck
 All I saw was a wall of clouds, I hopped back in my truck
 Guten-tag New Braunfels, how are you today
 Hola Ol San Antonio, please stand out of my way
 Theres a storm in my rear-view and a city on my nerves
 But theres a piece of mind in the straight-away and comfort in the curves
 Well I know that Mother-Nature will catch me in the end
 But Ill put some miles behind me before I turn to face the wind
 Well dont ya leave that barn door open, not even just a crack
 If I see a hint of daylight, youll never get me back
 Well hello old Batesville, do you remember me
 And look out there La Pryor, but Im coming through cant you see
 Theres a storm in my rear-view and a city on my nerves
 But theres a piece of mind in the straight-away and comfort in the curves
 I say Im barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind
 Forget the race find an open space, leave that city, that damned old city far behind
 Leave that city way far behind