1 Foot On The Gas
Hey you Mr. freeway
my name is Mr. passerby
I came to see you
about the makings of a nickel and a dime
so why don’t you guide me
to a land that was built upon the skies
for you can see
that it’s hard to be one of those standup kind of guys
Carolina back roads and
Virginia swamps also hard to master
1 foot on the gas
trying to save my ass
from another one of those self willed disasters
trying to keep it cool
because I ain’t nobodies fool
and Times not going to move any faster
Hello there Mr. sunshine
it’s you that greets me every day
I came to see if you knew
why the pale yellow moon won’t come out and play
I know you know, Mr. Sun
that it does not have anything to do with the way I shoot my gun
because I’m tired of all your days
and all your bad ways, so why don’t you show me why
Carolina back roads and
Virginia swamps also hard to master
1 foot on the gas
trying to save my ass
from another one of those self willed disasters
trying to keep it cool
because I ain’t nobodies full
and Time is not going to move any faster