Video de Passing Lane

[Verso 1]
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
I was a happy country boy until television came along
It showed them far away places and it sho was a bitch
Beause every time I'd quit my traveling
Well, my feet would start to itch
So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar
I walked up the highway and flagged down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could
My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good

[Coro]
Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packing my load a little farther down the road

[Verso 2]
I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was playing funky music for them city folks to dance
And I had money in my pocket, I had fun in my bed
But I've been here a year now and it's getting to my head
Because I've been rocked into ruin, I've been discoed to death
I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't catch my breath
I've been ragged until I'm ragged, I've been new waved 'til I'm blind
But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind

[Coro][x2]