I'm behind the wheel, throttle open wide
The gas tanks full do you want to ride
Drivin' in the fast lane late at night
I can't keep my eyes off your red tail light
Drove through the town, drove through the country
Showed 'em how a motor could go
I said "how do you like my triple carburetor?"
And one of them whispered low
(All together now, one, two, three)
(Keep you mind on your drivin')
(Keep you hands on the wheel)
(Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead)
(We're having fun sitting in the back seat kissing and a-hugging with Fred)
Feelin' good, can't be real
Must be dreamin' 'bout my drivin' wheel
Rollin' on, drivin' on
Come to me and rock me all night long
Mabaline
As I was motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybelline in a Coup de Ville
Cadillac rollin' on the open road
Nothin' outrun my V8 Ford
Cadillac doin' 'bout 95 Bumper to bumper, rollin' side to side
Mountains rough this time of year
Close the highway down
They don't warn the town
I've been fightin' second gear
For 15 miles or so
Tryna beat the angry snow
Now daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
"Johnson County Sheriff" painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer, then he looked inside
Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman's mind told me that so
Oh, how I wish we were back on the road again