Shaking in my Boots

Tell me what you're thinking
Crossing over solid lines
I would have thought you were drinking
If I wasn't up front the whole time
It seems you've got no business
Holding your foot to the floor
Got me clutching the chicken handle above the door
And I don't think I want to ride shotgun anymore

Keep both hands on the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
It's too late to stop now
When we've got so far to go
You've got me shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots

We've had a brush with death an hour
Ever since we hit the streets
And from the back they're screaming louder
About the troubles that they see
On the third day of driving
Across the eastern shield
I'm gonna tell you how I really feel
I'd better tell you how I really feel

Did I not already mention
To keep both eyes on the road
Stay at full attention
You gon' get us where we're going
You've got my shaking in my boots

How 'bout you sit on the left
And I'll stick to the right
If you keep it on the gas
We might make it through the night
If I hadn't lost my license
I might be the one to drive
But they caught me doing one-twenty in a thirty-five

Keep both hands on the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
It's too late to stop now
When we've got so far to go
You've got me shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sveinson
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