Charlie Daniels — 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 So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar I walked up to the highway and 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] Gimme that highway, better go my way Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on I'm moving 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 2] 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 'Cause I've been rocked into 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 ragged until 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, better go my way Crank up the big wheels, 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 Well gimme that highway, better go my way Now rank up the big wheels, 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