Ah the stories I could tell
All the places I have seen
My engine block is covered in blood
And my veins are pumping gasoline
From Waxahachie to Rabbit Hash
I've felt that steel belt song
And every exit looks the same
I guess I've been on the road too long
I'm out for seven weeks this time
The rows of corn are flashing by
The broken white lines too
The bugs splatter, the CB chatters
Nothin' matters more than getting back to you
Getting back to you
Guitar Solo