we're gonna hit that open highway
Well Tillie’s belting down boilermakers,
Jake’s watchin’ her swallow,
Doc H is gonna be an undertaker,
They all too weird to follow.
Me and you we don’t get it
And it’s not for lack of tryin’.
It’s ‘bout time to forget it.
There’s way too much dyin’.
We’re gonna jump into that open car,
The one with the busted gas gauge.
Suck on an unlit Havana cigar
And smoke out a new page
We’re gonna drive on empty,
Though they say it can’t be done,
You can’t count on their mind’s poverty
T’ blow you into kingdom come.
We’re gonna hit that open highway,
Forget where we begun,
Ride the wind of life’s payday
Till we blow into kingdom come.
We’re gonna drive the dust off of our lifelines,
Out burn the sun,
Out race the hands of time,
Till we blow into kingdom come.
We’re gonna hit that open highway,
Sing every song that’s never been sung,
Ride hard till our last day,
And then blow into kingdom come.