rollin' thru texas
& the road hawgs are on their way
rock turns to dust - metal to rust
& the nothing we have is all that's left today
the dogs are howlin' - no sun in days
get down & don't make a sound
& they'll never know that we where here
catch that roach
& watch the sun go down
as the asphalt melts - we're gonna ride it out!
nerves of steel - behind the wheel
pushin' on to play the part that's mine
in an outlaw order - devils dressed in style
cross the parish line - with an illegal smile
if we make it home - we're fine
so sit back, relax & ride
now isn't it great to be alive
i run alone to die
oh no - here it comes & if it's found we're goin' down!
my mean machine makes the perfect get-away
as the blood rushes by
fuzz-busta screamin'
smokies creapin' to the texas line
and the jam will get you every time
my brothers won't let me down!