Passing Lane

歌詞

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp I was a happy country boy 'til television came along It showed them far away places and it sho was a bitch 'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling, Well, my feet would start to itch So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar I walked up the highway and flagged down a car I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good Gimme that highway, better go my way Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little farther down the road I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance I was playin' funky music for them city folks to dance And I had money in my pocket, I had fun in my bed But I've been here a year now and it's gettin' to my head 'Cause I've been rocked into ruin, I've been discoed to death I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't catch my breath I've been ragged 'til I'm ragged, I've been new waved 'til I'm blind But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind Gimme that highway, better go my way Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane And I'll be gone, no more blues just as long as I can move Gimme that highway, better go my way Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane And I'm gone, I'm packing my load a little further down the road