This old beating down the road
Wouldn't trade it for solid gold, old car
A desperate man at the controls
Chasing a long, lost soul, old car
Spinning wheels, rolling hills
Back and forth, up and down the great highways of the queen
When we were smokin'
I missed a couple exits, back and forth through Texas
Never bothered me none
I banged the steering wheel for good rock-n-roll
And every stupid thing that I've ever done
I passed a couple speed traps with my pedal to the floor
I'm not allowed to drive in Illinois any more
When we were smokin'
Through good and bad decisions
Behind those headlights always felt like home
If you want to know the truth
I drive her a little faster when we're all alone
That late night we were spinning out of control
And laid safely to rest by the side of the road
When we were smokin'
It's rush hour now, take ya clear across town
Nothing but the backstreets
You may think I'm crazy but I've slept like a baby
Many a night in the backseat
I've taken new and old friends on long and short drives
On Highway 61, the 101 and I95
When we were smokin'
