Lyrics

[Intro]
[Verse]
(Guitar slide, revving engine sound effect)
Yeah! Let's roll.
(Verse 1)
I got a meeting at ten, I'm runnin' five behind
Got a cup of black coffee and a peace of mind
Or I did, 'til I pulled onto the interstate
Where the brake lights are burnin' and I'm pushin' my fate.
There's a guy in a sedan, doing forty in the fast
Glaring in his mirror like he's bored with the past
He's drifting in the lane, got a phone to his ear
And he's makin' me wish that I had a low gear.
(Chorus)
Oh, I'm talkin' 'bout that heavy foot, white-knuckle heat
Got the AC high but I'm sweatin' through the seat
I'm hollerin' at the hood, talkin' to the dash
Tryin' not to let the temper get the best of the crash!
Yeah, it's a red-light fever, a highway sin
Lord, give me patience, 'cause I'm wearin' it thin
It's a two-ton heart attack on wheels today
And I'm just tryin' to get out of my own way.
(Verse 2)
Now he's cuttin' me off, didn't signal a turn
And the rubber's gettin' ready for a little bit of burn
I'm griping at the wheel, teeth gritted tight
He's lookin' for a dance, well, he's pickin' a fight!
I'm honkin' out a rhythm like a country band
While I'm praying for the strength to just keep it in hand
'Cause my truck's got a lift and his's got a dent
And I'm wonderin' where all of my manners went.
(Chorus)
Oh, I'm talkin' 'bout that heavy foot, white-knuckle heat
Got the AC high but I'm sweatin' through the seat
I'm hollerin' at the hood, talkin' to the dash
Tryin' not to let the temper get the best of the crash!
Yeah, it's a red-light fever, a highway sin
Lord, give me patience, 'cause I'm wearin' it thin
It's a two-ton heart attack on wheels today
And I'm just tryin' to get out of my own way.
(Bridge)
Maybe take a deep breath, maybe crank the radio
Let the steel guitar drown out the status quo
'Cause he ain't worth the ticket, and he ain't worth the jail
I'll just leave him in the dust and I'll live to tell the tale!
(Guitar Solo - High energy, twangy and fast)
(Chorus)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that heavy foot, white-knuckle heat
Got the AC high but I'm sweatin' through the seat
I'm hollerin' at the hood, talkin' to the dash
Tryin' not to let the temper get the best of the crash!
2:36
Yeah, it's a red-light fever, a highway sin
Lord, give me patience, 'cause I'm wearin' it thin
It's a two-ton heart attack on wheels today
And I'm just tryin' to get out of my own way.Yeah, I'm just gonna let him go.
Go on, get!
(Engine revs, fading out with a final guitar lick)
Stay in your lane, buddy.
(Fade out)