Born to Drive
I got dirt under my nails
I got a hole in my blue jeans
My El Camino ain't for sale
I got no million-dollar dreams
My neighbors say I lack ambition
My mama swears I'm tryna die
Don't know if I'd call myself a Christian
But I swear to God, I was born to drive
Tonight, I'll tear into that 68
200 horses—all American made
Worn out guitar—it never leaves my side
Drifting hard into that neon night
It's an addiction to the songs I scream
Smoother than cocaine and whiskey
It ain't a place I'm tryin' to find
It's the way I've been designed
I swear to God, I was born to drive
They caught me goin' 108
Guess my foot slipped right off the brake
I grip the steerin' wheel with steady hands
And whisper, "Catch me if you can"
Now, I'm flyin' down that 24
Might be my last one for a while
Those prison bars can kiss my asphalt soul
I sure as hell ain't goin' quiet
So, now I'm tearin' to that 68
200 horses—all American made
Worn out guitar—it never leaves my side
Drifting hard into that neon night
It's an addiction to the songs I scream
Smoother than cocaine and whiskey
It ain't a place I'm tryin' to find
It's the way I've been designed
I swear to God, I was born to drive
I got dirt under my nails
I got a hole in my blue jeans
My El Camino ain't for sale
I got no million-dollar dreams
I got a hole in my blue jeans
My El Camino ain't for sale
I got no million-dollar dreams
My neighbors say I lack ambition
My mama swears I'm tryna die
Don't know if I'd call myself a Christian
But I swear to God, I was born to drive
Tonight, I'll tear into that 68
200 horses—all American made
Worn out guitar—it never leaves my side
Drifting hard into that neon night
It's an addiction to the songs I scream
Smoother than cocaine and whiskey
It ain't a place I'm tryin' to find
It's the way I've been designed
I swear to God, I was born to drive
They caught me goin' 108
Guess my foot slipped right off the brake
I grip the steerin' wheel with steady hands
And whisper, "Catch me if you can"
Now, I'm flyin' down that 24
Might be my last one for a while
Those prison bars can kiss my asphalt soul
I sure as hell ain't goin' quiet
So, now I'm tearin' to that 68
200 horses—all American made
Worn out guitar—it never leaves my side
Drifting hard into that neon night
It's an addiction to the songs I scream
Smoother than cocaine and whiskey
It ain't a place I'm tryin' to find
It's the way I've been designed
I swear to God, I was born to drive
I got dirt under my nails
I got a hole in my blue jeans
My El Camino ain't for sale
I got no million-dollar dreams
Credits
Writer(s): Angie Keilhauer
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