The Road - Aaron Lewis

There’s a thousand miles and eighteen hours

I got to double drive down southbound 35

I got the hammer down, Detroit made

525 pushin' my ass right down that line

And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel

Just tells me that I’m back out on the road

I got a full grown creepin' up on my tail

And I won’t make bail in this small time jail, no, not 'round here

I got the bird dog on, radio cranked

Gear jammin', lane changin' son of a bitch, you bet ya, son

And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel

Just tells me that I’m back out on the road

Just left the jail with a hand full of pills

And I won’t quit till I hit the coop in Abilene

I’m almost there there’s just a few more miles

I’ll make the drop and I’ll turn and burn, I’m out o' here

And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel

Just tells me that I’m back out on the road

And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel

Just tells me that I’m back out on the road