I left Houston Texas in a gulf coast hurricane.
I was blowed down by tornadoes washed up by the rain.
My pappy wasn't happy with me he told me to go.
I stole my Daddy's Caddilac I headed down the road.
I had a grin from ear to ear with each and every mile,
I'm headed for the border man I'm going down in style.
I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back.
You gotta take your chances if they ever come along.
Close your eyes and listen to that great big engine whine.
And it don't really matter whether you are right or wrong,
cause when you cross the border man you leave this world behind.
I stomped down on the peddle, I set the cruise control.