Passing Lane

[Verse 1]
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
I was a happy country boy 'til television came along
It kept showin' them far away places and it sure was a bitch
'Cause every time I'd think about traveling
Well, my feet would start to itch

[Verse 2]
And so I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar
I walked up to the highway and I flagged down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as fast as I could
My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good

[Chorus]
Now gimme that highway, let it go my way
Crank up the big wheel and let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passin' lane and I'll be gone
I'm packin' my load a little farther down the road

[Verse 3]
Well, I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was playing 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 getting to my head

[Verse 4]
'Cause I've been rocked to 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 reggae'd '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

[Chorus]
Just gimme that highway, let it go my way
Crank up the big wheels, and let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passin' lane and I'll be gone
No more blues just as long as I can move

[Chorus]
Well, gimme that highway, let it go my way
Now crank up the big wheel, and just let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passin' lane and I'll be gone
I'm packin' my load a little further up the road