Drive-By Truckers - The Driver lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - The Driver lyrics]
Used to go out driving
Sometimes late into the night
Twenty-one, fucking round and wasting gas
Across the bridge to Sheffield
Then out into Tuscumbia
Where the main street's a
Time-trip to the past
Behind the Hotel Grant
There was a flaming dumpster
I saw a group of Klansmen in their robes
I circle back
But they had vanished like rats
Leaving nothing behind them but some smoke
So, if you'd like to tell your story
By all means, go tell your story
But don't forget that you only have one sidе
So parlay your Innervisions with
The usual suspicions
As you make your grand approach to thе divide
And when you're changing lanes and
Passing on the right
Check your blind spot and signal your intent
I saw that Honda full of girls
Go airborne into the trees
In the pouring rain on interstate ten
Used to go out driving
Sometimes late into the night
Trying to make sense of the pieces of my life
Still young enough to not know
How the puzzle fit's together
"Nothing to fall back on but a knife"
The bombed-out looking factories on the
East side of town
Blasting "Here Comes a Regular " on ten
An epiphany, a moment of clarity
Driving all alone at four AM
Drivin' drivin'
Drivin'
In a van full of stink
We set out upon the plains
To the Black Hills and Rockies and Cascades
We had never been out west
At least not further out than Texas
As our lives spread out before us like a page
An unwritten novel, our Huck Finn adventure
Come to life, we were living in real-time
That rare day when we just
Turned the music off
And let the wide-open vistas fill our minds
We were already older
Yet much younger than today
Pushing hard against the limit's we'd arise
Ever westward, we saw sunglass reflections
Of a setting sun in vast Montana skies
Drivin' drivin'
Drivin'
And there's this alternate reality
Where everything was different
Than the world of happy endings we endure
A moments distraction
An alarm clock powered down
A blind spot not checked before a turn
That Grand Prix we saw head-on on
Our way to see Replacements
When I hydroplaned but caught
The road in time
That guy on I10 driving east
As we were west-bound
In Flordia, two-thousand, April-nine
That ten-degree decline headed
Down Teton Pass
Cooley driving, snow on solid ice
That meteor that fell beside our bus at Idaho
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
Sometimes late into the night
Twenty-one, fucking round and wasting gas
Across the bridge to Sheffield
Then out into Tuscumbia
Where the main street's a
Time-trip to the past
Behind the Hotel Grant
There was a flaming dumpster
I saw a group of Klansmen in their robes
I circle back
But they had vanished like rats
Leaving nothing behind them but some smoke
So, if you'd like to tell your story
By all means, go tell your story
But don't forget that you only have one sidе
So parlay your Innervisions with
The usual suspicions
As you make your grand approach to thе divide
And when you're changing lanes and
Passing on the right
Check your blind spot and signal your intent
I saw that Honda full of girls
Go airborne into the trees
In the pouring rain on interstate ten
Used to go out driving
Sometimes late into the night
Trying to make sense of the pieces of my life
Still young enough to not know
How the puzzle fit's together
"Nothing to fall back on but a knife"
The bombed-out looking factories on the
East side of town
Blasting "Here Comes a Regular " on ten
An epiphany, a moment of clarity
Driving all alone at four AM
Drivin' drivin'
Drivin'
In a van full of stink
We set out upon the plains
To the Black Hills and Rockies and Cascades
We had never been out west
At least not further out than Texas
As our lives spread out before us like a page
An unwritten novel, our Huck Finn adventure
Come to life, we were living in real-time
That rare day when we just
Turned the music off
And let the wide-open vistas fill our minds
We were already older
Yet much younger than today
Pushing hard against the limit's we'd arise
Ever westward, we saw sunglass reflections
Of a setting sun in vast Montana skies
Drivin' drivin'
Drivin'
And there's this alternate reality
Where everything was different
Than the world of happy endings we endure
A moments distraction
An alarm clock powered down
A blind spot not checked before a turn
That Grand Prix we saw head-on on
Our way to see Replacements
When I hydroplaned but caught
The road in time
That guy on I10 driving east
As we were west-bound
In Flordia, two-thousand, April-nine
That ten-degree decline headed
Down Teton Pass
Cooley driving, snow on solid ice
That meteor that fell beside our bus at Idaho
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
As we drove on past a near flaming demise
As we drove on past a near flaming demise