The Devil(t) [s]
Six, six, six cigarettes between 'em
And a full tank of gas
Now leaving Nashville reads the sign
Third road on the right rolling down to the low pass
One headlight glows
Across a gravel road
One tire spins
And she clutches against me
Put the pedal to the floor
And take your eyes off the rearview
It's two in the morning and there's
No one but me and you
We slow down and the seats fold back
She lays back and smiles through the black (the black)
A grin so sinister from a minister's daughter
Throws me straight to the fire
All hesitation retires
And we do whatever the devil let us
Parked out in a field past the low bridge
Toying with my every carnal emotion
The fog on the windows so thick
We hardly realized there were lights approaching
Soon as we do
It seems our fun may be through
But this three speed automatic leaves me
One hand free for you
To do as you please but stopping's not an option
Blow through the ditch, a little choke and she's coughin'
We're back up to speed, pounding the gravel
At six, six, sixty-five miles an hour
Six, six, six o'clock a.m. we roll in
One rim on the back is barely holding
Temperature rising, manifold smoking
Our bottle is empty
The message it sent me
So many hours ago, washed back into the open
Strangers in the night are strangers here again
But it sure was one hell of a ride
And a full tank of gas
Now leaving Nashville reads the sign
Third road on the right rolling down to the low pass
One headlight glows
Across a gravel road
One tire spins
And she clutches against me
Put the pedal to the floor
And take your eyes off the rearview
It's two in the morning and there's
No one but me and you
We slow down and the seats fold back
She lays back and smiles through the black (the black)
A grin so sinister from a minister's daughter
Throws me straight to the fire
All hesitation retires
And we do whatever the devil let us
Parked out in a field past the low bridge
Toying with my every carnal emotion
The fog on the windows so thick
We hardly realized there were lights approaching
Soon as we do
It seems our fun may be through
But this three speed automatic leaves me
One hand free for you
To do as you please but stopping's not an option
Blow through the ditch, a little choke and she's coughin'
We're back up to speed, pounding the gravel
At six, six, sixty-five miles an hour
Six, six, six o'clock a.m. we roll in
One rim on the back is barely holding
Temperature rising, manifold smoking
Our bottle is empty
The message it sent me
So many hours ago, washed back into the open
Strangers in the night are strangers here again
But it sure was one hell of a ride
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