The Road

There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours I got to double drive down south by 35 I got the hammer down Detroit made 5 25 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 got a full grown creeping out on my tail And I won't make bail in that small time jail No not around here I got the bird dog on radio cranked Gear jamming lane changing son of a bitch You bet you 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 hand full of pills And I won't quit till I hit the coupe in Abilene I'm almost there there's just a few more miles I'll make the drop and I'll turn and burn I'm out of 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 --- The Road - Aaron Lewis