5,500 Miles

5, 500 miles
 Across the Texas plain
 Just to look at the mountains
 Just to not go insane (insane, insane)
 5, 500 miles
 Across the Texas plain
 Just to look at the ocean
 Just to not go insane
 I'm goin' home
 I'm starting home
 On a freezing eastern highway
 A muddy snow bank
 A broken radio
 A dome of stars on a tin plate
 Got Booker T on cassette tape
 Tore out the amplifier to fit it in
 I saw the free way buckle and bend
 Carburetor struck a strong head wind
 And I barreled... through California!
 And even on a cloudy day
 And the end the sun peaks through
 Between the mountains and the clouds!
 Woo!
 5, 500 miles
 Across the Texas plain
 Just to look at the mountains
 Just to not go insane
 5, 500 miles
 Across the Texas plain
 Just to look at the ocean
 Just to not go insane
 And now I'm home
 I made it home
 On a little four-cylinder engine
 A blue tin can
 A red sleepin' bag
 I wasn't alone the whole way
 I had some com-pan-ay
 The sterring wheel made a print on my arm
 I stopped and I checked out the farm
 I saw the sun beat down hard
 And I barreled... through California!
 And even on a cloudy day
 And the end the sun peaks through
 Between the mountains and the clouds!
 Haw!
 I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!
 I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!
 I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!
 I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!
 Five thousand, five hundred miles