Hi Time

A thousand miles to go
I got the radio blasting and my foot's to the floor
A lot of miles ahead, a lot of miles behind
Memphis, Tennessee
White lines as far as the eyes can see
We gotta cool down, get down, down to New Orleans

Four-sixty-five, we swallowed all the speed
One hand's on the wheel, and the other's on my rosary
Hi time, red lined, five-o, let's go

From the north to the south
The Atlantic and Pacific coast
Don't matter where we go, because we're always lost
From the west to the east
From the Tappan down to Needle Beach
Anything we want's within our reach

Hi time, red lined, old crow, let's go, go, go, go



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Writer(s): Chris Baltrus
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