Passing Lane

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
 I was a happy country boy 'til television came along
 It showed them far away places and it sho' was a bitch
 'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling, well, my feet would start to itch
 So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar
 I walked up the highway and I flagged down a car
 I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could
 My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good
 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 passing lane
 And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little further down the road
 I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
 I was playin' 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 gettin' 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 '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
 Gimme that highway, better go my way
 Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
 I've movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
 And I'll be gone, no more blues just as long as I can move
 Gimme that highway, better go my way
 Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
 I've movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
 And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little further down the road