It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get
away,
I out ran a cold front, when I gave my truck the
reigns
Barrelin' 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
Pardon me San Marcos, but I'm a' tryin' to make some
time
There's a storm in my rear-view, and a city on my nose
There's a piece of mind in the straight-away, and
there's comfort in the curves
I didn't pull off in Von Ormy, like I norm'lly do
I went on down to Devine town, I bought a 6-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
Gutentoug, New Braunsvels, how are you today
Hola, ol' San Antone, please stand out a' my way
There's a storm in my rear-view, and a city on my nose
There's a piece of mind in the straight-away, and
there's comfort in the curves
Well I, I know that mother nature will catch me in the
end
But I'll put some miles behind me before I turn to
face the wind
Now don't ya' leave that barn door open, not even just
a crack
If I see a hint of daylight, you'll never get me back
Well, hello ol' Batesville, you remember me
And look out there La Pryor, but I'm coming through,
can't you see
There's a storm in my rear-view, and a city on my nose
There's a piece of mind in the straight-away, and
there's comfort in the curves
I say I'm barrelin' down I-35 with one thought on my
mind
Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city,
that damn old city far behind
Leave that city way far behind