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




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