Smoke On the Highway
Oh, oh, oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
They built a mall on Iroquois burial ground
There's nothing sacred in this Godforsaken town
We drive past MacCormick Prison out on 79
Getting high
Just you and I
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
Oh, oh, oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
With you right beside me
Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C
They caught him stealing rib eyes, high on Percs and OCs
We all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood
It's a tough break
When you play for high stakes
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
Oh, oh, oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
Oh, oh, oh (oh), roll one up in the backseat
We can go (go), go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke (smoke), smoke on the highway (on the highway)
With you right beside me
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
They built a mall on Iroquois burial ground
There's nothing sacred in this Godforsaken town
We drive past MacCormick Prison out on 79
Getting high
Just you and I
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
Oh, oh, oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
With you right beside me
Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C
They caught him stealing rib eyes, high on Percs and OCs
We all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood
It's a tough break
When you play for high stakes
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
Oh, oh, oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
Oh, oh, oh (oh), roll one up in the backseat
We can go (go), go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke (smoke), smoke on the highway (on the highway)
With you right beside me
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Nelson Harris, Adam Levin, Casey Wakeley Harris, Russell Flynn
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