Rebel in the USA

Kept a shotgun in the front seat
In case she ran outta luck
Full tank of red diesel
In the back of the truck

Like a wanted man in a foreign land
Like a pirate out to sea
When the time was right
She’d drive all night
From here to Tennessee

Oh, Music to her ears
Oh, Rolling through the gears
Oh, Doing ninety all the way
Oh, just another rebel in the USA

No one thought to question
The cargo that she hauled
No friends in Washington
If ever she did fall

Took a chance
Cause she loved the dance
And luck was on her side
Stash the cash
Behind the dash
'Til she reached that borderline

Oh, Music to her ears
Oh, Rolling through the gears
Oh, Doing ninety all the way
Oh, just another rebel in the USA