so my nigga Cash stole his copilot who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote area, we label Dead Man's Island Two hundred miles South from Thailand
one two three four five six Roadrunner, roadrunner Going faster miles an hour Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop With the radio on I'm in love with Massachusetts
salvation liberation on the drive The power of the blaster move me faster 1965 Yeah wow, five yeah wow Demon-warp is comin' alive In 1965 five, five
man My 920's gonna take me far today You can travel for miles and never leave L.A. I've come a long way I've come a long way I've gone five hundred miles
to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater Highway 79 thirty miles on down Now fair is fair but life's a gamble When it's eleven forty five And it'
I get my five-one-six on and I'm homeward bound To all the boys - no for drunk dialin' 'Cause my smile's so fuckin beguilin' 'Cause I always go that extra mile
E double R U N Twenty-five minutes past quiting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Payin' no attention to them highway signs (Ninety mile
looking daughter would make you swear theres something in the water Lyndals got some cousins out on the five mile plain they've got the family likeness they realy drive
up, Still goin strong. Got a job in the city, get up before dawn, Drive 60 miles an hour to get back home. The girl I love and a five year old, I got
Five days on the road on Coffee just to get back home to you Five days listenin' To Waylen and Willie And all that stuff they call new One call was
Next up was Henry and Nich Making the show go without a hitch Up and down the country and side to side With big yin driving it's a bumpy ride Miles
do? I don't know, whada you wanna do? Hey, we've been driving for 7 hours Hey, I got an idea, he he Yeah, what's that? Lets go to a drive-in
If you blink, you might miss it Population 803 Five miles long, four miles wide Feels just right to me Where a handshake still means something An' the
off your microphone Cause after me it's un-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable I got miles of styles, you must be out your
's alive Bobby's got his head hangin' over the side Here we are doin' only ninety-five What's the matter with you, man? I thought you said you could drive
A hundred cups of coffee, Five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway And I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on movin', I keep movin' down the