5,500 Miles

5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the mountains
Just to not go insane5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the ocean
Just to not go insaneI'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 tapeTore 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 CaliforniaAnd even on a cloudy day
At the end the sun peaks through
Between the mountains and the clouds5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the mountains
Just to not go insane5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the ocean
Just to not go insaneAnd now I'm home, I made it home
On a little four-cylinder engine
A blue tin can, red sleepin' bag
I wasn't alone the whole way
I had some companyThe 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 CaliforniaAnd even on a cloudy day
And the end the sun peaks through
Between the mountains and the cloudsI 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
5500 miles